Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 1

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Author Note: The first two chapters have had a

complete overhaul, for a better reading experience. Please enjoy. [May 28, 2024]

What are you supposed to do when your pack–your family–has decided you’re worthless?

Get a job.

Save money.

Dream of getting the hell out of there.

It’s a futile thing to hope for, but it’s the only thing I have that keeps me going.

Until then? I’m just me. Ava Grey. Wolfless. Weak. The shame of the Grey family.

Which is why I’m spending another Friday night working at Beaniverse, a popular coffeeshop in the middle of White Peak, a solid hour’s drive away from

pack land. No shifters, no drama, no bullying; the only people I run into all day are humans with a caffeine addiction. Or social media addictions. People love to

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use our lobby as a backdrop for their latest reel.

“Come out with me tonight.”

Lisa pops her head into my field of view as I wipe down the espresso machine.

I have no major attachments to my job outside of my pay, but it is my favorite place to be because of her. Lisa is my best friend–okay, my only friend–and she makes me dream of something more than the Blackwood Pack and my uncertain future in it.

“Can’t. Dad wants me home as soon as I can.”

The grimace that twists her face gives me a warm little tingle in my chest. At least someone gets me.

Even if she’s a human and has no idea that I come from a family of wolves.

Dad–our pack beta and an expert at curt text

messages demanding my presence home–only allowed me to get a job because he was tired of seeing me at home, I’m pretty sure.

And because every single cent of my paychecks that didn’t go to gas went to the thousand dollars I’d borrowed for my beat–up old clunker Taurus in the

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parking lot. It’s my baby, and I love it, but I’m one weird splutter away from wrecking on the highway.

Still—the little freedom it allows me is worth it.

Anything is better than being home.

“You should just move out. We can get an apartment together and party all night.” Lisa says this just about every day we work together, and it never grows old. I want that life, too. I don’t even need the partying. I just want to get away from my pack.

But wolf shifters don’t just let go of their own. Even wolfless defects like me.

I shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose, hating how they slide. I probably need a new prescription, but I haven’t had the time–or extra money–to pour into that. I’m still wearing the same glasses Mom got me (much to her disgust) several years ago.

It’s like a neon sign saying she doesn’t belong with us.

No shifter has bad eyesight. It’s like a gift from our

wolves.

Only I don’t have a wolf.

I flick the dirty towel in her direction, watching her

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squeal and jump back. “I would if I could, and you know it. Aren’t you supposed to be restocking our cups? Our dinner rush is going to come in any minute.”

“Fine, fine–but I still think one night of telling him to fuck off won’t hurt. Maybe it’ll teach your parents that you’re an adult and they can’t control you.”

Hah.

That won’t ever happen.

Dad’s the pack beta. Even if he acknowledged me as an independent adult, I’d still have to do what he says. The only person above him in the pack is our alpha- also not someone I’d like to cross on a daily basis.

“It’s a cultural thing,” I mutter, and she drops it. For

now.

Lisa will come back to it. She always does. She’s been showing me apartments for rent, coming up with mock budgets, even discussing our school schedules. Lisa’s pushy in the sweetest way, where she’s just desperate for me to become independent.

She was the first person to notice the control my family has over me.

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The first person to care.

The first person to say words that I still can’t admit out

loud.

“Your family is abusive. Who the hell does this?” 

My family loved me once. Before I came of age and they realized I had no wolf at all.

I have warm memories. Sweet memories. Memories

that I bring out at night during my lowest times. Memories of Mom when she used to smile and laugh

and rock me when I cried. Memories of Dad when he

would throw me onto his shoulders and tell me I could

reach the stars. Memories of Jessa and Phoenix when they would call me their baby sister, and show me off proudly to anyone they saw.

Good times.

Gone times.

Maybe it would hurt a little less if I hadn’t shared that affection with them once. Maybe it would hurt a little less if it hadn’t simply… disappeared. If Mom’s blue eyes hadn’t gone from warm like a lake in summer to frigid winter skies. If Dad hadn’t thrown me into the

waada with no olathas no food and no shelter talling

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me to survive. That the hardship would bring me what I wanted most, what I was missing.

My wolf.

Spoiler alert–it didn’t work. He’s still mad about it.

1. so. Eventually, those buildings give way to an unlit rural road that leads into the Blackwood Pack