Tangled

Chapter 182

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182 Lucas: Ghoulish Discovery

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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"

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 of who could have

sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's as if they

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

words leave my lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did

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

A true war hasn't come to any pack

It's real.

ICCS Devery

already

I love her, as much as my life revolves around her, Ava alone can't possibly

being led to one conclusion,

Deep.

Slow.

lead to misstep. There's no more leeway for mistakes

rely on me for

voice so soft not even the wolves near us would be able to

with her Sister Miriam. The connection I share with my

how much this

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

to wait around

1. us.

keep getting

again, I square my

now more than

"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 from the funeral mounds, made of hay and dried wood, to burn

reeling, grasping for answers that refuse to

ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw at me,

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