Tangled

107 Lucas: Panic

LUCAS

“What the fuck do you mean she’s unconscious?” My voice rises in the back of the cab, drawing Vester’s alarmed glance in the rearview mirror of the SUV.

Kellan’s voice crackles through my phone. “Her vitals are stable, but she’s not waking up. Doctors can’t find anything physically wrong.”

“Then why the hell is she in the hospital?” Fury pounds through my veins, my wolf snarling to hunt down whoever dared harm our mate. “What did Jericho do?”

“It wasn’t him. She collapsed at home after training.”

“Training?” The word comes out in a growl. “She’s still recovering! She shouldn’t be-”

“Boss.” Vester’s gruff voice cuts in. “Nessa’s with her

now. Should be able to tell us more soon.”

I rake a hand through my hair, jaw clenched. “I want guards on her room. No one gets in besides pack and medical staff.”

“Already done.”

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“Good.” I glance out the window at the darkened streets whizzing by, leg bouncing with impatience. Vester’s watching cautiously, and the husky’s panting in the back, still crated. “The dog. Get her to Lisa’s place.”

“Dog?” Kellan grunts. “Since when-“.

“Don’t worry about it.” I end the call, pulse hammering in my throat.

Ava. My Ava. Lying in a hospital bed. Again.

No. I won’t let anything else happen to her. Whatever this is, whoever is responsible, I’ll destroy them. Rip them to shreds with my bare hands if I have to.

The SUV screeches to a halt outside the hospital, but I’m already flinging open the door, barely registering

Vester’s shout to wait. Selene whines from her crate,

think about the dog right now. All that

thudding against the linoleum as I make a beeline for the front desk. The

demanding Ava’s room number.

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Westwood,” I growl, slamming my hand on the counter. “Alpha of the Westwood Pack. Ava Grey

keyboard. “R–room 305, Alpha. Third

bother with thanks, just spin on my heel and head for the elevators. The ride

worst–case scenarios.

if she’s hurt worse than Kellan let on? What if someone got

doors ding open and I’m moving, long strides eating up the distance to Ava’s room. Two of my enforcers stand guard outside, nodding respectfully as I approach.

I bark, not slowing

of them says. “Vanessa’s

with her.”

And there she is. Ava. Lying still

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the other

Must be Lisa.

softly. “I wish

news.”

cross to Ava’s side in three strides, my hand finding hers, careful

I have to swallow past the lump in my

throat.

ask hoarsely. “Why won’t she wake up?”

and a bit dehydrated, but

unconsciousness.”

“Then what-”

her wolf,” Vanessa

the lack thereof.”

frown, not understanding. “What do

despite being of age. And now, with everything

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at an exceptional rate recently,

wolves.”

face, my mind reeling. Her wolf. Trying to break free.

hands helplessly. “I don’t know, Lucas. This is beyond anything I’ve

Ava. Not like this. Not when I

monitoring her,” I order. “I want updates every hour. And double the guard on her room. No one gets in besides medical staff and pack.”