Tangled

Chapter 182

182

182

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.

י

"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"

Even her scent has been erased from the very

16. 16.

to burn, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. My wolves move like shadows, their movements precise and focused as

No scent, no trail, no sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's as if they

rough with emotion. "There

I know it's futile. Whoever did this was meticulous, leaving no trace of

if it's not, we

wolves are already clamoring, screaming for the streets to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come to any pack in a long time.

It's real.

ICCS Devery

have already

life revolves around

we're all being led to one

Deep.

Slow.

only lead to misstep. There's no more leeway for mistakes

me

not even the wolves near

Sister Miriam. The connection I share with my beta is tight, so no others can interfere or listen

nods, knowing how much this

part of me rebels against the idea of establishing any sort of connection

to wait around for the scraps any spies

1. us.

keep getting jerked

again, I square my

now more than ever before. And I won't let them

"is everyone accounted for?"

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 the funeral mounds, made of

reeling, grasping for answers that refuse

become so vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw at me, bringing no answers,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255