Tangled

Chapter 158

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158 Ava: From the Past

"Ava, is that you?"

The familiar rasp has me frozen, my heart lurching into my throat. Slowly, I turn around, coming face-to-face with a ghost from my

past.

Our neighbor. Margot Mitchell.

Her once vibrant auburn hair is streaked with silver, her face a

roadmap of wrinkles and scars. It's her eyes that haunt me. Piercing green eyes that see everything and do nothing.

"Margot," I greet, my voice tight with caution. "What are you doing

here?"

She limps

toward me, her gait uneven from some injury she incurred long before I was born. I remember asking about it once, and my mother slapped the back of my head, admonishing me for my rudeness. "Oh, Ava. I'm

I tense as she reaches out, half-expecting her to grab me, to drag me back to the hellscape I escaped. But she merely places a hand on my arm, her touch feather-light.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry for everything. For not intervening when..." She trails off, her gaze flickering to the ground.

The shame she tries to portray leaves me feeling dirty. Unclean from her mere presence.

Memories flash through my mind, unbidden. Margot's face in the

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window, watching as I was taunted and beaten, even by her own son. Listening at the front door as my parents berated me, their voices carrying through the window. Her figure rushing inside. when I tried beggi I was thirteen.

He broke my wrist.

cried for hours that day. Hours. Until my parents, tired of my

watching.

surges through me, hot and bitter, fueling my words. "Why are you even saying that? What does that do for

have to understand, none of us could help you. Please." She grabs at my arm again. "We need you

Ah. She needs something.

No wonder she's here.

my veins, even as my stomach churns. There's a tiny part of me, almost miniscule, that was hopeful her apology was genuine. It's dead now, like so many other little parts of "How did you know I was here?" I step back, avoiding her grip, and

her head. "I am hired

From the

Her eyes fill with tears. "Please, Ava. Think of your pack. So many of us are separated now. Taken from our mates. Forced to cut ties with the alpha. Westwood is tearing us apart. They sh "No." My voice

have no intention of helping you or anyone else. from that

face contorts, her features twisting into an ugly mask of

into the room, her hackles. raised, teeth bared. She positions herself between Margot and me,

For a moment, I think she might actually shift and attack. My heart pounds

in, and Margot's demeanor changes instantly. She

talk when you've settled in." With that, she turns and

go, then turns to me,

"An

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but I don't hear her. I'm already

against me as I tremble, overwhelmed by the

visceral. The jeers and taunts of my packmates. The pain of their blows, both physical and emotional. The sinking realization that no one, not even our neighbors, would help me Breathe, Ava, Selene murmurs in

doesn't stop the flood of emotions. Fear, anger, betrayal-they

breaks through the chaos. "Are

heart, slowing down. Meeting

adds, "Therapy isn't something to be ashamed of. If you're interested, just talk to me. Everything will be kept be Gratitude wells up inside me, and I manage a shaky smile.

attention back to Selene, running my fingers through her soft fur. Her presence is

Ava: From the

of

face that, she says, her voice a gentle caress in my mind. But you handled it with

bitter laugh escapes me. "Strength?

it head-on, even when it terrifies you. And that's exactly

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