Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 39 Ava: Her Identity

You have the potential, Selene says, her voice a cautious whisper in my mind. The arcane flows through your veins. But…

My breath escapes me in a giddy rush. Magic. Real magic. Human magic. It's something out of a fairy tale, not something that should exist in my life. Then again, supernaturals exist—and we're pretty nonstandard, ourselves.

It's not that simple, Selene continues, her tone growing more serious. Magic is not a toy, little one. It's a force of nature, raw and untamed. To wield it requires knowledge, discipline, and control.

I swallow hard, feeling the warning in her words. "But how do I learn? I don't even know where to start."

You would need a teacher, Selene explains, her voice tinged with hesitation. Someone well-versed in the arcane arts, who could guide you, show you how to harness and control your power. But magic is a lost art. Magicians were lost to the curse and became shifters.

Talk about a letdown.

"So, I won't be able to do magic." Is that how you say it? Do magic? Cast magic? Spell magic? Cast spells? It all feels weird in my mouth.

It is unlikely, Selene says, but she still has that cautious sound to her voice.

"If I tried, what's the worst that could happen?"

Death.

A simple word, bluntly given, with all the truth in the world behind it. I shudder at the matter-of-fact tone.

talent. Until magicians began to teach

of the warmth

I say, shoving down the odd sense of loss. Magic would have been amazing to learn, of course. But—if Selene says it's too dangerous, I believe her. It isn't worth my life to try and grasp

focus on a question that's been bothering me from the beginning. "Selene, you're

Of course.

you separate from me? No

my mind. You were born bonded with the ancient magic, she explains in that non-explaining way,

All shifters are bonded with ancient magic, and they don't

sighs, and I can almost picture her

What are you, an English professor now? And what are we, exactly?

a quiet pride. I came to be with you of my own

brain work better.

now, it's more important that you take a cold shower before

the alpha sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the first tendrils of heat starting to uncurl in

in a frantic state like yesterday. But I can't let this conversation go

can you just choose to be with me? And what do you mean,

But trust me when I say that everything will be revealed in time. For now, focus on getting through your

to argue, to demand answers, but the heat is building faster now, and I can feel my skin starting to prickle with sweat. I need to get this under control before I become a feral, slutty

One humiliation is enough.

the bathroom, tearing off my hospital gown and tossing it on the ground as I go. Niceties are

I don't know how far they are, but they're close enough that I'm lifting my