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"

has been

16. 16.

eerie glow across the clearing. My wolves move like shadows, their movements precise and focused as they search for any clue, any hint

sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's as if they never

voice rough with

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

course it's probably the vampires. But if it's not, we risk a war that will take too

to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come to any pack in a long time. This is inconceivable, and

It's real.

ICCS Devery

many have already died, but for

as I love her, as much as my life revolves

like we're all being led to one conclusion, like sheep to slaughter,

Deep.

Slow.

to misstep. There's no more leeway for

wolves rely on me

do you think?" Kellan asks, his voice so soft not even the wolves near us would be able to

Miriam. The connection I share with

how much this decision

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

time to wait around

1. us.

can't keep getting jerked

again, I square

to me for guidance now more than ever before. And I won't

"is everyone accounted for?"

alert. I have two groups out looking

reeling, grasping for answers that refuse to

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

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