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?

my confusion. “Alpha is leading

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soon. For now, we need to get you to

feel the movement. I must not have nodded

little

longer in the SUV from before. This vehicle is different, its interior stripped

chairs in

How odd.

lowers me onto a makeshift bed

his movements gentle yet purposeful. I

really fucking

definitely not paraplegic.

rest,” he murmurs, his hand lingering on my arm for a moment. “You’ve been through

happening, but the words refuse

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nod again, my

exhaustion.

in

Luna. My name is Vanessa, and I’m a pack healer. I’m about to administer some medicine

give you

understand me?”

word

rest. I have to stabilize your

There’s a lot of movement around

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

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

to detach to fly high into the

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ceiling is white, and the distinct

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my nose cringe.

A few dents, and a couple holes. Probably from something

my head to the left, I can see clear bags full of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an IV in my arm and a little monitor with squiggly

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

takes a second for me to understand

online after a

rate, heart rate,

in a

second I think 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 my window, letting in soft daylight.

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