Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Ava: Settling In

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

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The men at the door look related. So related that I'd bet they're twins.

"Hi," the one on the left says, with a charming smile. They have close-cropped brown hair and twinkling brown eyes, with popular kid in high school written all over them. They have to be in their mid-twenties now, though.

"Hi," I respond, with some suspicion. Is this that legendary thing called solicitation? Are they here to sell me something?

If so, they're screwed. Selene got to my wallet first.

"Mrs. Elkins sent us," the guy on the right says, and I turn my gaze to him, relaxing a little.

"Oh?" Mrs. Elkins wouldn't just send someone without warning me.

Checking my phone, I see a missed text.

[MRS. ELKINS: Don't forget that Ben and Franklin are coming to help put up some shelves in the living room. You can send them away if you're not up to it.]

Oh, right. I vaguely recall some conversation like that last week. Probably something I should have added to my phone so I wouldn't be surprised at a time like this.

I say,

wears glasses. "I'm Ben," the one with

the other supplies, reaching out to shake my hand. He has

Ah, they're family.

gives them both a quick once-over, yawns, and jumps

like you're dogs a bit of a couch potato," Ben says with

I can see how that's amusing; the idea of a dog who watches TV would make

that lightly flirtatious laugh or the interested glances he sends my

guess Alphahole Lucas Westwood has ruined me for

through a few

boxes of books, and—as it turns out—I don't feel like parting with

gets rid of

are brand new, probably old

as he assesses the living room walls. "Alright, so if we put the tall shelves against this

me. I'm not picky, as

Wouldn't want any accidents." He flashes me a friendly smile, but it lacks the flirtatious edge from earlier. Seems he's picked

to work, I sort through the boxes, organizing the books by genre. It's a daunting task, but there's something satisfying

a blur of measuring, drilling, and sorting. Selene dozes on the couch, unbothered by

But there's a buzzing in my veins, a sense of purpose

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