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"

has been erased from the very

16. 16.

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,

the monsters responsible for this

searching I order, my voice rough with emotion.

even as the words leave my lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did this was meticulous, leaving no trace of

if it's not, we risk a war that

for the streets to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come to any pack in a long

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already died, but

as much as my life revolves

else. It feels like we're all being led to one

Deep.

Slow.

to misstep. There's no more leeway for

wolves rely on me

asks, his voice so soft not even the wolves near us

I share with my beta is tight, so no others can interfere

nods, knowing how much this decision galls

of establishing any sort of connection with those bloodsucking

wait around for the scraps any spies might

1. us.

can't keep

eyes again, I

to me for guidance now

"is everyone accounted for?"

responsible 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

reeling, grasping for answers that refuse

we let ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw

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

Comments ()

0/255