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.

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For now, we need

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

little

carefully, and I realize we’re no longer in the SUV from before. This

chairs in the

How odd.

onto a makeshift bed of

yet purposeful.

fucking

definitely not paraplegic.

my arm for a moment. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re going to

but the

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again, my eyelids

exhaustion.

in beside me.

and I’m a pack healer.

you a little

understand me?”

I murmur, the word appealing to me.

I have to stabilize your

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

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

relief, even as she continues doing something to my arm. “Going

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

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white, and the distinct scent

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my

and a

of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an IV in my arm and a little

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

second for me

online after a short

heart rate, blood

in a hospital.

a second I think I’m back on Aspen lands, but as I blink away my grogginess, I realize it isn’t the same.

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