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

so lightly. I

still be alive it...

sound ricocheting off the

volume. "I'm not taking them lightly! I'm asking 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 I'll do better? The words tangle on my tongue, trapped behind

He's looking for more.

waits, his gaze unwavering,

his eyes. "I... I want to become

this pack. I don't want to cower behind any of you. I want to

expression

me, so intense it leaves me lightheaded. But before I can fully process it, Selene's voice cuts through the

stare at her,

at Selene, clicking his tongue. "Wolves have no business running around like mutts," he

fond reels, living to make sense of this new information. Jericho's wolf talked to her?

I demand, my voice

Surprise.

her blue eyes fixed on the grizzled man, the demon of Westwood's training

lands. Never heard a wolf outside of us, but strange things exist in

glass to the world outside. The lines etched into his we "Can you contact this Sister Miriam yourself?" His voice is low, gruff, the words scraping

twisting together in my lap. "Yes, I

the sound more contemplative

admit, the words bitter on my tongue. "But she's the only one who seems to have any idea what's going on with me. With all of

his gaze drifting back to the window. "She assumes you'll be entering the Unregistered

not a question, but

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