Tangled

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300 Ava: Present Her as Luna

How could I have forgotten, even for a moment? Lucas has lost everything-his memories, his sense of self, even his wolf. And here he is, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, hearing whispers of betrayals by his own pack. The pack he can't remember. Can't hear.

My heart aches. How terrifying and isolating it must be, to wake up in a place you don't recognize, with people claiming to know you, to care for you, when you can't remember a single thing. The vulnerability, the constant state of wariness-it must have been exhausting.

I glance at Lucas, really seeing him now. The slight furrow between his brows, the tightness around his eyes, the way his muscles are coiled. He holds tension in every fiber of his body, carrying this burden alone, while I've been too caught up in my own emotions to understand what he's going through

No wonder he didn't react well to me coming around and telling him all about how we're mates. It's just noise at that point, isn't it?

I reach out, gently tapping his arm to get his attention. When he turns those intense golden eyes: on me, I lean in close, my lips nearly brushing his ear as I whisper, "Vanessa can be trusted. I trust her with my life."

I feel the change in him almost immediately. The tension in his muscles cases, just a fraction, but it's there. He doesn't relax completely-I doubt he's capable of that right now-but there's a subtle shift in his demeanor. Vanessa's eyes widen slightly, and I know she's sensed the change too. Her gaze flicks between

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"How are you feeling, Lucas?" Vanessa asks, her voice gentle and professional. "Any lingering pain or discomfort?"

Lucas shakes his head. "No pain. Fever's gone. His voice is gruff, but not cold.

She glances toward me. "The fever came from the proximity to your mate's heat. Now that the mating mark has been applied, it shouldn't be quite so extreme. We did evacuate all unmated males once we realized her heat was approaching..." Evacuate. Wow. It makes me sound like a natural disaster.

Though, thinking of how my heat had affected even Clayton... Okay. I get it.

"Thanks, Vanessa. Would have been nice to get a heads-up, though."

She hesitates. "A heads-up... on your own heat, Luna?"

For the first time, the title almost feels like it fits. Maybe it's the mating mark on my neck.

was coming up again? I should have been on high alert, knowing that we didn't have suppressants around any longer.

the general gist of the situation

shakes her head, but lets my lie stand. "My apologies, Luna. However, as lovely as it

her voice has me sitting up a little straighter. "What

eyes flick toward Lucas, who inclines

firm, sending a vague thrill through my

but there is a little unrest among the pack. I believe it would

behind me. His reaction sends a ripple of concern through my body. I squeeze his hand,

you mean by proclaiming my position?" I ask, my voice steady despite the flutter of

her expression serious. "The Alpha would present you as his Luna

I'd imagine such an event would be a grand affair, filled with ceremony and celebration. But given the current state of the pack-displaced, uncertain, and missing far too many of its members-it hardly seems appropriate to make a

it.

echoing my thoughts. "However, given our circumstances, we believe a more

wise."

my mind drifts to the recent conversation with Kellan. His worried words about potential

level of discontent among his

tension visible in the lines around his eyes. He doesn't look pleased

and firm. "As an official pack leader, she would be a

already a target," Vanessa counters. "Everyone's aware she's your mate. This would be a great way to boost morale, and cement

help feeling a surge of determination. His pack needs stability, needs to see strength in its leadership. And if I can provide that, even in some small way, Isn't it my duty to do

long avoiding responsibility. Putting my position in

Present

them to approve of me, to want me as their

time

to keep my

me, clearly caught off guard by my quick agreement. I can almost feel the protest forming on his lips, but I slide off

on my own two feet seems a little silly, but I need him to understand. I don't want to be protected any longer. I want to be the one saving

Somehow.