Tangled

Chapter 182

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182 Lucas: Ghoulish Discovery

LUCAS =

Who the fuck steals burning bodies of the dead?

The motive is completely unfathomable.

Angry flames lick at the night sky, smoldering remnants of what should have been a sacred night, with souls returned to the embrace of the Moon Goddess.

Instead, there are eighteen disturbed mounds, with no bodies to

be found.

Nude after my shift, my bare feet sink into the sodden earth as I move closer, mud squelching between my toes.

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"Alpha." Kellan's voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. He holds out a bundle of clothes, emergency spares we keep on hand

for situations like this.

Grabbing only a pair of jeans, I pull them on with a vicious yank, fury boiling just beneath my skin. The breeze, cool and oblivious to the undercurrents of the night, is almost soothing against my heated skin. Around me, my wolves move through the clearing, noses to the ground as they try to parse out any lingering scents. But there's nothing. The air is too clean, too pure. It's as if someone took a giant eraser and before us.

"I don't understand," I mutter, more to myself than anyone else.

"How can there be no scent? It's like the area's been sanitized."

Kellan frowns, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It's not just the scents of the offackers that are missing. I can't even catch a whiff of Ava"

her scent has been

16. 16.

a slow circle, taking in the scene with growing frustration. The disturbed heaps continue to burn, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. My wolves move like shadows, their movements precise and focused as they search for any clue, any

no sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's as if

I order, my voice rough with

as the words leave my lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did this

course it's probably the vampires. But if it's not, we risk a

true war hasn't come to any pack in a long time. This is inconceivable, and yet we're living in this

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already died, but

as my life revolves around

feels like we're all being led to one conclusion, like sheep to slaughter, Closing my eyes, I

Deep.

Slow.

to misstep. There's no more leeway

rely on me for their safety,

even the wolves near us would be able to decipher

Miriam. The connection I share with my beta is tight, so no

knowing how much this decision

against the idea of establishing any sort of connection with those bloodsucking monsters, but we're operating

a time to wait around for the

1. us.

can't keep getting jerked

again, I square my

now

"is everyone accounted for?"

delta as he strides toward me. "I've already updated Vester at Blackwood, and they're on full alert. I have two groups out looking for our missing wolves There's no warmth or solace in the intense heat radiating from

for answers

this happen? How did we let ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw at me,

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