Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 340

A shimmer in the air draws my attention back to Aurum. His massive form begins to shrink and change, fur giving way to skin, until Lucas stands before me in his human form.

I don’t remember deciding to move, but suddenly I’m running towards him. We collide in a tangle of limbs, holding each other so tightly it’s hard to breathe. But I don’t care. He’s here, he’s back, and nothing else matters.

"You’re back," I whisper into his chest, my voice thick with emotion. "God, Lucas, you’re really back."

His arms tighten around me, and I feel his lips press against the top of my head. "Thanks to you," he murmurs. "You took care of everyone. Thank you, Ava."

I pull back slightly, looking up into his face. His eyes are the same, filled with warmth and love, but there’s something else there now—a depth, a wildness that wasn’t there before. It’s breathtaking and a little terrifying.

My gaze drifts back to the bodies laid out nearby, and a wave of guilt washes over me. "I couldn’t save them all," I say, my voice barely audible. "I tried, but I—"

Lucas cuts me off, pulling me back into his embrace. "You did everything you could," he says firmly. "More than anyone could have expected. You protected our pack, Ava. You led them when I couldn’t."

Kellan and Vester approach, also covered in blood, with a bleak look on their faces.

I know they need to speak with him, to update him on everything that’s happened. And I have somewhere I need to be, too.

This isn’t the time for our reunion.

He’s Alpha.

I’m Luna.

We have jobs to do.

"Go," I say softly, stepping back from Lucas’s embrace. "They need you. I should help with the wounded."

Lucas nods, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before he turns to his beta and delta. As they begin to speak in low, urgent tones, I slip away, heading toward the hospital.

The scene that greets me is one of organized chaos. Vanessa is at the center of it all, her entire body stained with blood and dirt. She moves from patient to patient with practiced efficiency, barking orders and administering treatment, even as she limps.

I guarantee she hasn’t treated herself at all, running straight to her people instead.

As I approach, she glances up at me, her eyes tight with stress. "Luna," she says, her voice clipped. "Good, we need all the help we can get. The evacuees are on their way back, but until then, it’s just us."

I nod, rolling up my sleeves. Of course I want to yell at her to take care of herself first, but I get it. A sprained ankle is bad, but it’s nothing compared to the wounds of others. "What do you need me to do?"

* * *

The scent of antiseptic and blood fills my nostrils as I rush from one patient to another, my hands shaking but determined. I’ve lost track of time, the hours blending into a haze of bandages, stitches, and whispered reassurances.

"Luna, we need more gauze over here!" someone calls out.

I sprint to the supply closet, nearly colliding with a familiar face. It’s the human receptionist from my first day at Wolf’s Landing, her eyes wide with recognition.

"Here you go, Luna," she says, her tone respectful as she hands me a stack of gauze pads. "Is there anything else you need?"

The change in her demeanor catches me off guard, but there’s no time to dwell on it. "Thanks. Can you bring some saline solution to bed three?"

She nods and hurries off, leaving me to wonder at the shift in her demeanor. But that’s a small blip on my radar, and I shrug it off as I head back with the bandages.