Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 80

80 Ava: Moonlight and Peace

The stench of blood and death clings to my skin, my clothes, invading my senses with its coppery tang.

Yet the moon spreads its light over my face, blessing me with its ethereal glow. It’s surreal, an entire world away from the violence.

I laugh as my mind wanders into memories of science class. Of planets and space.

The moon truly is an entire world away. Thirty whole worlds, in fact, would fit between here and the bright satellite that decorates our night.

Thanks, Mr. Finnegan. I always did like science.

The dead weight pinning me to the ground and obstructing a lungful of air is yanked off me, just as strong arms encircle me, pulling me upright. Lucas. His human face swims into view, those striking golden

eyes

filled with concern as he looks me over. I can see his lips moving, but his words are muffled, as if

reaching me through a thick fog.

It’s not until his calloused palm cups my cheek that the

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numbness shatters. A strangled cry escapes my lips as agony lances through my abdomen. All my wounds come to life in an instant, informing me of their

presence.

“Ava? Ava, can you hear me?” Lucas’s voice breaks. through the screams of my injuries, his tone laced with

urgency.

Answering is impossible, so I give a weak nod, my gaze flickering to the gruesome scene behind him. Lifeless wolves litter the forest floor, their bodies twisted and mangled.

The price of freedom.

Even knowing that they wouldn’t reciprocate the sentiment, their lives weigh heavy on my soul.

“We need to move,” Lucas says, still supporting me. “Can you walk?”

The world spins with every movement I make, so I just blink at him. I can’t shake my head. If I do, it just might fall off.

Without another word, Lucas scoops me into his arms, cradling me against his bare chest as he rises to his

feet.

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80 Ava: Moonlight and Peace

“Wait,” I croak. “Clothes.”

“No time.”

Howls break the relative peace after so much death, and Lucas tenses. His grip on me holds tight as he breaks into a run, his long strides eating up the distance.

One of their wolves is missing, and a pang of fresh guilt hits my heart.

An innocent. Someone who was never involved in my

abuse.

He should still be here.

Does he have a mate?

Family?

Friends?

God, does he have pups who will wonder why Daddy’s not coming home?

Tears come hot and steady against my cheeks, burning and stinging against fresh wounds.

“Not far,” Lucas grunts, his breath coming in harsh pants. “We need to hurry.”

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Someone must have asked him a question. Pack links are so convenient, and yet I’ve never had access to

one.

The only person to enter my mind has been Selene, and for a brief moment, Clayton’s wolf.

Even after she appeared, I never had a link with my pack.

Lucas dashes through the city naked, followed by wounded wolves. Seeing over his shoulder, I can see the bloody prints left by foot and paw.

They’re injured, and still running. 

For me.

My heart aches more than the wounds shrieking in -agony with every jarring step Lucas takes.

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