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.

growing frustration. The disturbed heaps continue to burn, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. My wolves move like shadows, their movements precise and focused as

no sign of the

voice rough with emotion. "There

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

vampires. But if it's not, we risk a

silver moon. A true war hasn't come to any pack in a long time.

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already died, but

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

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

Deep.

Slow.

There's no more

many wolves rely on me for their safety, their

Kellan asks, his voice so soft not even the wolves near us would be able to decipher

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

nods, knowing how much

idea of establishing any sort of connection with those bloodsucking monsters, but

a time to wait around for the scraps any spies might

1. us.

keep getting jerked

my eyes again, I

to me for guidance now more than ever before. And

"is everyone accounted for?"

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

grasping for answers that refuse to

vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw at me,

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