Tangled

87 Ava: Missing, AGAIN

Panic has me looking around the room, as if they would just be sitting somewhere. It’s most likely that someone took my jewelry off when I was brought in.

My gaze falls upon the various wires and tubes tethering me to the bed. A thin IV line snakes its way into the crook of my elbow, delivering fluids and medication. A catheter bag hangs from the side of the bed, freeing me from any need for the bathroom.

All great, until I need to get up and look for something. Son of a bitch.

There’s a wheeled table for meals, but all it has is some paperwork that seems to be welcoming me to the -hospital. Does anyone even read those things?

Panic is well on its way to blowing its top inside of my head and setting off a full–scale anxiety attack. My eyes dart from the nightstand to the small closet, but there’s no sign of my jewelry anywhere.

I keep trying to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on my finger, and it’s driving me crazy.

87 Ava: Missing, AGAIN

Finally, I remember the call light. With a trembling finger, I depress the button.

Seconds feel like an eternity as I wait, my mind racing with possibilities. What if they were lost in the woods, during the attack? I hadn’t stopped to see if they’d fallen off. If they’re all the way out there, how the hell do I get them back?

I don’t know a lot about Lucas, but I know alphas.

He’d never let me go back there, and it would be impossible to explain how important the jewelry is. I can’t just tell him that they’re used to keep my power hidden.

The gentle click of the door opening draws my

attention, and a kind–faced nurse steps into the room. “She’s older, and smells of human and rubbing alcohol. “Did you press your call light, dear?”

“My necklace and ring,” I blurt out, struggling to keep my voice calm despite the desperation seeping into it. “I can’t find them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?”

The nurse’s expression softens with understanding. “I’m afraid I wasn’t here when you were first admitted,

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sweetheart. But let me check with the security team.

It’s standard procedure to put any valuables in a safety box, especially when the patient isn’t conscious.”

Relief washes over me at her words, and I nod gratefully. “Thank you. Those items mean so much to

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Now to wait.

the pillows, my fingers idly tracing the bandages wrapped around my neck. Memories of the past few days flood my mind–the terror, the pain, the overwhelming sense of

And my mate.

even as it

So much

I was indignant at his presence in Cedarwood,

tried

caving too soon?

to give him a chance, nothing can happen until

Missing,

And even then…

are other secrets. Like my

like there are a thousand

an exercise in patience.

have no ring to twirl. Every steady beep from the machines around me only amplifies the anxious, never–ending

necklace and ring, what will happen to

me?

what point will the people around

that I’m different?

no signs–but, I just had

begin to manifest against my

with no answers, and I

look on the nurse’s face.

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hasn’t called back yet. It might

around in my belly, like a

a bit?” she suggests brightly, even as she approaches with

a question, but an order

to the edge of the bed, her movements careful and deliberate. A sharp twinge of

and

the nurse coaches, steadying me with a hand on my back. “One step at a time. Hold on, let me

recede as she opens a

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Missing, AGAIN

me

feet against the floor. It’s tile, yet the cold doesn’t reach through the thick fabric

than anything I’ve

walk on.

as I heave myself into a standing position, taking in deep gasps of air as I fight

ambitious movement.