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"

scent has been erased from

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, their

there's nothing. No scent, no trail, no sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's as if they never

order, my voice rough with emotion. "There has to be something

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

it's probably the vampires. But if it's not,

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

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already

much as my life revolves around her, Ava alone can't possibly

all being led to one conclusion, like sheep to slaughter, Closing my eyes, I

Deep.

Slow.

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

me for their

his voice so soft not even the wolves near us

to talk to Ava. Connect with her Sister Miriam. The connection I share with my beta is tight, so no

knowing how much this

sort of connection with

a time to wait around for the

1. us.

can't keep getting jerked

my eyes again, I

my wolves. They're looking to me for guidance now more than ever before. And I won't let

"is everyone accounted for?"

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

is reeling, grasping for

let ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed?

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