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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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 movements precise and focused as they search for any

sign of the monsters

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

it's futile.

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

wolves are already clamoring, screaming for the streets to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come

It's real.

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have already died, but

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

led to one conclusion, like sheep to slaughter,

Deep.

Slow.

misstep. There's no more

many wolves rely on me for their safety, their

think?" Kellan asks, his voice so soft not even the wolves near

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

how much this

of connection with those bloodsucking monsters, but we're

to wait around for

1. us.

keep getting

again,

for guidance now more than ever before. And

"is everyone accounted for?"

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 from

reeling, grasping for answers that refuse to

we let ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw at me, bringing no answers,

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