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?

seems to sense my confusion. “Alpha

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back soon. For now, we need to get you to

nod again. This time, I can feel the movement. I must not have nodded

pain is a little

the SUV from before. This vehicle is

in the

How odd.

me onto a makeshift bed

gentle yet purposeful.

fucking hurts.

definitely not

arm for a moment. “You’ve been through a

questions, to understand what’s happening, but the words refuse to form on my lips.

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again, my eyelids growing heavy with

exhaustion.

climbs in

is Vanessa, and I’m a pack healer. I’m about to

and give you a little

understand me?”

word appealing to

I have to stabilize

lot of blood.” There’s a lot of movement

and prodding. “Big pinch,” she warns, and I yelp at the sting that comes just as

to my arm. “Going in,” she murmurs. “You should start feeling it

it feels like my head’s about to detach to fly high into the sky, like a balloon that’s escaped.

***

ceiling is white, and the distinct

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my nose

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

head to the left, I can see clear bags full of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an IV

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

takes a second for me to understand them, but

comes online after a

heart rate, blood pressure.

a

Aspen lands, but as I blink away my grogginess, I realize it isn’t the same. I’m in a smaller

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