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 is leading

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now, we need to

feel the movement. I

little

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

chairs in the

How odd.

me onto a makeshift

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

really fucking

definitely not

on my arm for a moment.

understand what’s happening, but the words refuse to

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my eyelids growing

exhaustion.

in beside

and I’m a pack healer. I’m about to administer some medicine to

give you a little rest. Can you

understand me?”

I murmur, the word

to stabilize

There’s a lot

poking and prodding. “Big pinch,” she warns, and I yelp

even as she continues doing something to my arm. “Going in,” she murmurs. “You

a vengeance, and it feels like my head’s about to

***

and the distinct

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makes my nose cringe.

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

of liquid hanging from an IV

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

me to understand

online after a short

heart

in a hospital.

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

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