Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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Chapter 13 Ava: lliness

Chapters 11-17 have been rewritten to improve story flow and pacing. [June 27, 2024]

Son of a bitch.

Today of all days, someone has to cto my door?

Somehow | force my exhausted body off the couch. My bones protest as | stumble to the door, leaning heavily

against the frame. Who the hell needsright now? | don't even know anyone in this town.

I'll feel bad if it's Mrs. Elkins, but anyone else needs to prepare themselves for the rage of a sick person.

| yank it open, ready to snap at whoever dared to disturb my misery. But there's no one there. My landing is

empty. The stairway is empty. There's nothing, except the occasional person passing by on the street.

Great. Now I'm imagining things.

| step out, glancing both ways. Nothing. A shiver runs through me, and it has nothing to do with my fever.

Something feels off, but | can't put my finger on it.

Dark clouds loom overhead, heavy and ominous. That's odd. | could have sworn the forecast said clear skies all

week. A storm would be just my luck. At least | don't have to go anywhere; my shopping's already done.

Sighing, | retreat back inside, locking the door behind me. The click of the deadbolt does little to ease the

uneasiness swirling in my gut. Collapsing onto the couch, I pull the blanket around my shoulders, trying to stave

off the cold.

It doesn't help.

The frigid chill of my body comes from deep within, even as sweat beads on my forehead and upper lip.

| should take that Tylenol. | should eat more soup. | should do a lot of things, but all | can manage is to lay on the

couch, staring blankly at the wall. Even the thought of reaching for the TV remote is too much.

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Minutes tick by, or maybe it's hours. Tis only a suggestion, my fever-addled brain struggling to keep up. The

shadows in the room grow longer as the storm clouds block out the sun. | should turn on a light, but even the

thought of moving feels like too much effort.

And then someone knocks on my door again.

This time, I ignore it.

I'm too miserable to fake civility, anyway.

Somewhere in my haze, | find myself slipping, falling into a familiar landscape that has haunted my nights.

I'm in the forest again.

The air is heavy, full of oppressive heat that presses against my skin. It's strange, this sensation of being too hot

when | know I'm shivering with fever in the waking world. The incongruity tugs at my mind, remindingthat

none of this is real.

But it feels real. The rough bark of the trees scrape at my balms. The damp earth squishes beneath my toes. It's

all so vivid. So tangible.

Glancing down at myself, | can even feel and manipulate the thin white fabric of my nightgown—something I've

never owned in my life. It clings to my skin, damp with sweat or dew, | can't tell which.

I'm barefoot. Twigs and leaves prick at my feet, but | barely feel the discomfort.

It's like my body and senses aren't fully connected.

One step forward. Then another.

The forest shifts around me, trees bending and swaying in a non-existent breeze.

Shadows flicker between the trees, like dark ghosts in my vision.

There's something different this time. A new element that | can't quite place. It takesa moment to realize

what it is—the sound of water. It's faint at first, a distant murmur that can be mistaken for the rustle of leaves.

But as | strain my ears, it grows louder, clearer.

The gentle babble of water over rocks. The soft splash of tiny rapids. It's soothing, almost hypnotic, and draws

My feet follow of their own accord, following nature's music. The ground slopes beneath me, leading into a

shallow valley.

The trees are thicker here, blocking out the sky with broad foliage.

Even in the gloom, | can see a familiar glint.

Water.

It's a small stream, no more than a few feet wide. Crystalline waters run happily over a bed of white stones,

reflecting the muted light filtering through the leaves.

| step closer, drawn to it.

It calls me. Whispers secrets, words | can't quite hear. | can feel them, brushing against my skin, tickling my

ears, at the edge of understanding.

Before | know it, I'm on my knees, sinking into mud as | reach into the water.

My fingers tremble, hovering above the surface, but something holdsback.

A flicker of unease, a whisper of warning. There's something about this place, about this dream, that feels wrong.

It's too perfect.

Too alluring.

Like a trap.

I pull my hand back, cradling it against my chest. The stream darkens, its waters murky and uninviting. The

forest aroundgrows cold, green leaves now brown, falling to rot against the earth.

Shadows swallow light, turning an oasis into something awful.

The noises of the forest are gone, and only silence reigns in the absence.

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The only thing | can hear is the pounding of my heartbeat, thudding just beneath my jaw, pounding in my chest.

The familiar dream has taken a sharp left into the realm of nightmares.

A flash of movement.

A glimpse of —something, darting in the darkness.

Eyes that glow, crimson and menacing.

| can't scream; no sound escapes my throat, even as it tears under the force of my terror.

A creature of shadow steps forward, a mass of darkness that seems to shrink before my eyes, coalescing into a

solid form.

For a moment, it looks human, its hand reaching toward me.

There's a chill, a winter's soft sigh in the breeze, and the scent of something putrid that hasclapping my

hands over my mouth as | gag.

And then it's gone.

The shadows.

The creature.

The nightmare forest.

All of it.

I'm blinking at my white popcorn ceiling, once again in my apartment.

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