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?"

me, dousing that

treat their lives so

still be alive it...

ricocheting off the walls, and I

"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

He's looking for more.

gaze unwavering,

swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "I... I want to become

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

a long moment, he just looks at me, his expression

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

whip my head around to stare at

at Selene, clicking his tongue. "Wolves have no

information.

know about Selene?" I demand,

Surprise.

man, the demon of Westwood's

lands. Never heard a

leather of his 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?"

twisting together in my lap. "Yes,

grunts, the sound more contemplative than dismissive. "Do

the only one who seems to have any idea what's

tightens, his gaze drifting back to the window. "She

a question, but

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