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

so lightly. I whisper.

still be alive it...

sound ricocheting off

it? Stop acting like a mouse and act like a wolf!" My heart hammers against my ribs. What

He's looking for more.

his gaze unwavering,

to meet his eyes. "I... I want to become strong enough

pack. I don't want to

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

I can fully process it, Selene's voice cuts through the silence. His wolf

whip my head around to stare at her, my eyes wide.

"Wolves have no business

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

know about Selene?" I demand, my

Surprise.

fixed on the grizzled man, the demon of Westwood's training center. He

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

jacket creaking as he leans against the frame. His gaze, sharp as a blade, cuts through the glass to the world outside. The lines etched into his we "Can you contact this Sister Miriam yourself?" His voice is low, gruff, the

twisting together in my lap. "Yes, I

grunts, the sound more contemplative than dismissive.

tongue. "But she's the only one who seems to have any idea what's

his gaze drifting back to the window. "She

a question, but

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