Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 337

For a moment, I stare at my hand in disbelief. Did I really just do that?

You used too much power, Grimoire says. You can’t let it shoot out like that. You’ll hurt an innocent.

I wasn’t trying, though. I’d just moved without thinking.

Yes. That’s why you need to focus. Pay attention, he’s getting back up.

Several wolves converge on the fallen vampire, but he swings his arms with a blood-chilling shriek.

He’s hurt. He’s going to draw on all his power to fight back.

But he’s already doing it before Grimoire’s words finish, swinging his arms in a wide arc that throws off five grown wolves. They aren’t massive, but they’re solid, large male wolves, who can’t just fly through the air with a swing of someone’s arm.

But the vampire manages it, his glittering red eyes locking on me.

"Ava!" Vanessa screams.

A pair of hands grabs me from behind, pulling me back toward the truck. I thrash, shocked to turn and see Wes’ grim face. "Luna, you need to run. We’ll hold them off for you."

"No, Wes, I’m not—"

The vampire’s eyes lock onto me, a predatory gleam that sends ice through my veins. He moves so fast, he’s nothing but a blur. My body reacts before my mind can catch up.

"Sorry, Wes," I mutter, planting my feet and using the young wolf’s momentum against him.

I throw Wes over my shoulder, my muscles straining with the effort. He hits the ground with a thud and a yelp, but he’s safe. The vampire’s claws whistle through the air where Wes had been standing just a heartbeat ago.

Relief floods through me, but there’s no time to dwell on it. The vampire is already pivoting, his attention solely on me now.

A gray blur slams into the vampire’s side. The wolf—I can’t quite place who it is in the chaos—snaps and growls, momentarily throwing the vampire off balance. But it’s not enough. With a snarl of his own, the vampire grabs the wolf by the scruff and hurls it away like a rag doll.

Now, Ava! Grimoire’s voice rings in my head. Channel the magic through your core, not just your hands. Visualize the energy coalescing in your chest, then direct it outward.

I don’t have time to question or doubt, feeling the magic surge through me. It feels directed, as though Grimoire’s hands are on it, guiding it to where it needs to be. It’s different from before—more focused, more potent.

Everything moves in slow motion. The vampire’s arm is piercing forward, claws straight out, aiming for my chest, white fangs bared in a feral grin. He’s covered in streaks of blood, ruby red eyes wide with crazed furor.

Sliding past his arm, I throw a punch at his chest, willing my magic to follow the movement. It’s easier to channel magic through my body.

A blast of pure energy erupts as my fist makes contact with his chest, and his torso explodes as though it’s made of paper. The force of it sends him staggering backward, his eyes wide with shock.

For a moment, I think it’s over. But the vampire doesn’t fall. He looks down at the gaping hole in his chest, then back at me. Blood drips everywhere, and it smells… decayed.

His lips curl into a sneer.

You need to cut off his head. They can survive without blood, you know.

Seriously? A literal hole in the chest isn’t good enough?

You can do it, Grimoire says, and that magic inside of me once again feels as though it’s being molded and guided by his hands. _{freēwebnovel.com}