Tangled

Chapter 81

81 Ava: Wounded

Consciousness is fleeting and unreliable. The gentle vibration of the car is a cadence that lulls me into a state of semi–awareness, reality blurring with dreams. I alternate between understanding that I’m safe to fearing that Phoenix has me in his grasp. Sometimes, I can hear Alpha Renard’s cruel words. I even dream of

Sister Miriam.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the haze, piercing my muddled thoughts with startling clarity. It’s a voice I recognize, though I can’t quite place it. My eyelids flutter open, and I find myself enveloped in a pair of strong arms, cradled against a broad chest.

It feels wrong.

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As my vision adjusts, I make out the rugged features of Kellan Ashbourne, Lucas’s beta. His eyes are fixed on me, a mixture of concern and relief etched onto his

face.

“Ava,” he says, his voice gentle and soothing, like cool water after on a hot summer day. Ah, I’m poetic in my

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delirium.

“You’re safe now. We’re taking you to Westwood

territory.”

I blink slowly, trying to make sense of his words. The events of the night are a jumbled mess in my mind. “Where are we?”

“In a small city. We’re still on Blackwood territory, and you aren’t safe here. Just bear with me for a moment, okay? You’re badly injured, did you know that?”

I nod. Yes, I hurt. It hurts everywhere. Who wouldn’t know when their body hurts? Oh. Maybe paraplegics.

“Yes. I can move my body,” I say, even as I lay like a limp

fish in his arms.

I can, though… I think.

Shit, everything’s hard to keep straight in my mind. I

wish Selene was here.

Or Lucas.

Where’s Lucas?

Wasn’t he here?

sense my confusion. “Alpha

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mission, but he’ll be back soon. For now, we

movement. I must not have nodded before, when I thought

little more intense, too.

shifts my weight carefully, and I realize we’re no longer in the SUV from before. This vehicle is different, its interior stripped down to bare

in the back.

How odd.

onto a makeshift

his movements gentle yet purposeful.

fucking hurts.

not paraplegic.

my arm for a

but the words refuse

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nod again, my eyelids

exhaustion.

climbs in beside

pack healer. I’m about to administer some medicine

and give you a little rest.

understand me?”

murmur, the word appealing

rest. I have to stabilize

lot of blood.” There’s a lot of

pinch,” she warns, and I yelp at the sting

to my arm. “Going

it feels like my head’s about to detach to fly high into the

***

white, and the distinct scent

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makes my nose

every detail of the ceiling. A few dents, and a

of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

a second for me to understand them, but my

online after a short

rate, heart

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I’m back on Aspen lands, but as I blink away my grogginess, I realize it isn’t the same. I’m in a smaller room, on a real bed. There are sheer curtains over

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