Tangled

Chapter 184

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184 Ava: What Are You Going to Do About It?

Staring at Jericho, I don't know how to respond.

The idea that I might cause more deaths moving forward is so horrifying, it's paralyzing.

That's not something I ever want to happen again.

"You have a long way to go yet before you can

claim that spot by the alpha's side. Sit up straight, girl." Jericho's finger jabs the air, pointing right at me. "Why are you wallowing in fear instead of forging forward?"

My mind goes blank. No words come to my defense, no clever retorts or explanations. Just... nothing, too surprised by the confrontation, too confused on where he's trying to go with his

words.

"I came back to see the rites-"

He slaps his thigh with a groan that sounds like it comes from the depths of his soul. "Is this the future of the Westwood Pack? We've gone too soft on a future Luna, I see."

My spine stiffens at that, a spark of indignation flaring to life. But before I can grasp onto it, Jericho's voice cracks through the room like a whip.

"You killed eighteen people. Nearly twenty more are still in the hospital, healing. Yeah? So what?"

through me, dousing that tiny ember of

treat their lives so lightly. I

still be alive it...

roars, the sound ricocheting off the walls, and I flinch

you-" he leans forward, his eyes blazing, "-what are you going to do about it? Stop acting like a mouse and act like a wolf!" My heart hammers against my ribs. What does he want me to say? That I'm sorry? That

He's looking for more.

gaze unwavering,

his eyes.

beside Lucas. Save my friend. Save this pack. I don't want to cower behind any of you. I want to be

me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nods. "That's all I

lightheaded. But before I can fully process it, Selene's voice cuts

whip my head around to stare at

clicking his tongue. "Wolves have no business

new information. Jericho's wolf talked to her? How did they

about Selene?" I demand, my

Surprise.

the demon

dog could handle living on pack lands. Never heard a wolf outside of us, but strange

a blade, cuts through the glass to the world outside. The lines etched into his we "Can you contact

in my lap.

contemplative than dismissive. "Do you trust

she's the only one who seems to have any idea what's going on with me. With all of this. It makes me think

jaw tightens, his gaze drifting back to the window. "She assumes you'll

not a question, but a

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