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

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soon. For now, we need to get

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

pain is a little more intense, too.

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

chairs in the

How odd.

lowers me onto a makeshift bed of blankets

gentle yet purposeful. I wince as the motion aggravates my injuries.

fucking

definitely not paraplegic.

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

what’s happening, but the words refuse to form on

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my

exhaustion.

climbs in

name is Vanessa, and I’m a pack healer. I’m

your pain and give you a little rest. Can you

understand me?”

the word

rest. I have to stabilize your injuries. You’ve

blood.” There’s

Then a bunch of poking and prodding. “Big pinch,” she warns, and I yelp at the sting that comes

doing something 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.

***

is white, and the distinct scent

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my nose cringe.

the ceiling. A few dents, and a couple holes. Probably from something that had hung from it once

full of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an IV in my arm

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

me to understand

after a short time.

respiratory rate, heart

a hospital.

as I blink away my grogginess, I realize it isn’t the same. I’m in

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