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?"

floods through me, dousing that tiny ember

lives so lightly. I whisper.

still be alive it...

off the walls, and

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 the lump in my throat. Somehow, I know that's not what

He's looking for more.

his gaze

meet his eyes. "I... I want to

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

expression unreadable. Then,

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

to stare at

Selene, clicking his tongue. "Wolves have no business running

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

I demand, my voice cracking

Surprise.

tilts her head, her blue eyes fixed on the grizzled man, the demon of Westwood's training center. He knows much. He is

lands. Never heard a wolf

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

in

grunts, the sound more contemplative than dismissive. "Do you trust

only one who seems to have any idea what's

back to the

not a question,

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