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"

been

16. 16.

eerie glow across the clearing. My wolves move like shadows, their

of the monsters

searching I order, my voice rough with emotion. "There has to be something

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

if it's not, we risk a war that

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

It's real.

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already died, but for

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

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

Deep.

Slow.

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

wolves rely on me for their safety,

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

Miriam. The connection I share with my beta is tight, so no

knowing how much this

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

wait around for the scraps any spies

1. us.

keep

eyes again, I square

to me for guidance now more than ever before. And I won't let them

"is everyone accounted for?"

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

grasping for answers that

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

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