Tangled

Chapter 107

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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,

now. All that matters is

the sliding doors, my boots thudding against the linoleum as I make a beeline for the front desk.

Ava’s

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of the Westwood Pack. Ava Grey is under my protection. Now tell me

flying over her keyboard. “R–room 305, Alpha. Third floor,

spin on my heel and head for the elevators. The ride

worst–case scenarios.

on? What

to Ava’s room. Two of my enforcers stand guard outside,

not slowing

Alpha,” one of them says. “Vanessa’s still in

with her.”

door, my heart in my throat. And there she is. Ava. Lying still and pale against the white sheets, an IV dripping into her arm. Vanessa

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girl on the other side of the bed.

Must be Lisa.

Vanessa greets softly. “I wish I had better

news.”

hers, careful of the wires and

swallow past the lump

throat.

her, Nessa?” I ask hoarsely. “Why won’t she wake up?”

Exhausted and a bit dehydrated, but

unconsciousness.”

“Then what-”

it’s her wolf,” Vanessa cuts in gently.

the lack thereof.”

“What do

unique,” Vanessa says carefully. “She hasn’t shifted, despite being of age. And now, with everything she’s been

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I can come up with. Her healing has been at an exceptional rate recently, and

wolves.”

Her wolf. Trying to break free. “But why now?

“I don’t know, Lucas. This is

lose Ava. Not like this. Not

hour. And double the guard on her room. No one gets

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