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 erased

16. 16.

the clearing. My wolves move like shadows, their movements precise and focused as they search for

of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's

order, my voice rough with emotion. "There has

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

probably the vampires. But if it's not,

wolves are already clamoring, screaming for the streets to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already died,

much as my life revolves

else. It feels like we're all being led to one conclusion, like sheep to slaughter,

Deep.

Slow.

only lead to misstep. There's no

me for

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

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

how much this decision

any sort of connection with those bloodsucking monsters, but we're operating too blind,

wait around for the scraps

1. us.

keep getting

my eyes again,

wolves. They're looking to me for guidance now more than ever before. And I

"is everyone accounted for?"

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

reeling, grasping for

vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw

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