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"

true. Even her scent has been erased from the very air

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with growing frustration. The disturbed heaps continue to burn, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. My

no trail, no sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity.

with emotion. "There has to be something we're

leave my lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did this was meticulous, leaving no trace of their presence

it's not, we risk a war that will take too many

screaming for the streets to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come

It's real.

ICCS Devery

have already died,

much as I love her, as much as my life revolves around her, Ava alone

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

Deep.

Slow.

will only lead to misstep. There's no more

rely on me for

soft not even the wolves near us would be able to

her Sister Miriam. The connection I share with my beta is tight, so

much

the idea of establishing any sort of connection

wait around for the scraps any spies

1. us.

can't keep

again, I square my

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

"is everyone accounted for?"

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

reeling, grasping for

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

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