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

lives so

still be alive it...

off the walls, and

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.

his gaze unwavering, demanding

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

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

long moment, he just looks at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nods. "That's all I needed

me lightheaded. But before I can

to stare at her, my eyes

"Wolves have no business running around like mutts," he

sense of this new information. Jericho's

I demand, my voice cracking

Surprise.

fixed on the grizzled man, the

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

window ledge, the 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?" His voice is low,

in my lap. "Yes, I think

sound more contemplative than dismissive. "Do you

have any

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

a question, but a

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