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"

Even her scent has been erased

16. 16.

in 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,

nothing. No scent, no trail, no sign of the

my voice rough with emotion. "There has to

lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did this was

But if it's not, we

screaming for the streets to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come to any pack in a long time. This is inconceivable, and yet we're

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already died,

her, as much as my life revolves

led to

Deep.

Slow.

There's no more leeway

many wolves rely on me for

not even the wolves near us would be

Connect with her Sister Miriam. The connection I share

much

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

time to wait around for the

1. us.

keep

eyes again, I square my

now more than ever before.

"is everyone accounted for?"

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 hay and dried wood, to burn through the

for answers that

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

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