Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 100 Clayton: Clashing Alphas

CLAYTON

Lucas's voice booms through the room, frustration palpable in every syllable. The scouts cower under his scrutiny, and I can't blame them. The Blackwood leaders have proven more elusive than any of us anticipated.

I should be focused on the task at hand, strategizing our next move, but my mind drifts to Ava. Is she healing well? Has she found any measure of peace after the trauma she's endured?

Even though the mating bond didn't take, my wolf and I feel bonded toward her. It's one-sided and fragile, but it consumes my thoughts. I long to see her, to offer comfort and support. But Lucas guards any information about her whereabouts with a possessiveness that borders on obsession.

I don't blame him, but after a week of knowing nothing, the frustration is getting to me.

As the meeting concludes, Lucas and I make our way back to the alpha's house. The promise of paperwork and hacked computer files looms ahead, a necessary evil in our quest for answers. Yet, even as I try to center my thoughts on the investigation, Ava's face flickers through my mind.

I glance at Lucas, wondering how to broach the subject of contacting her. His jaw is set, eyes hard with determination. I know he sees me as a threat, a rival for Ava's affections. And perhaps I am. Everything I feel toward her is undeniable, something I've never felt toward a woman before. It's like a whisper of fate that I can't ignore.

And yet I'm not the one she's fated for.

I don't want to come between them, not if Ava has truly chosen Lucas. I respect her choices, her autonomy.

Still, the fact that she hasn't fully committed to him, that she hasn't borne his mark, and that he doesn't have hers, gives me a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for us.

the words die

I need to tread carefully, to find the right moment to express my desire

voice cuts through my reverie, his

been over this a thousand times, Lucas." My voice is steady despite the turmoil within. "We don't know anything. Our best bet is that Renard is going to try

pack into Westwood has been a tumultuous process, to say the least. While many have embraced

the division seems to fall along gender lines. The men, proud and stubborn, struggle to let go of their ties to Renard Blackwood. I can sense their unease, their resistance to this new reality. Men were superior in the Blackwood pack. That is not true of Westwood,

remain rogue, unsworn

else, these she-wolves are breaking the mold. They gather their cubs close, eyes bright with determination as they step forward to pledge their allegiance

most shifter communities. A female, leaving her mate behind to join a new pack? It

their mates separated and

new path for themselves and their young. I can only imagine the strength it

as he runs his hands through his hair.

for space. I haven't been able to talk to her

quash it.

I see you." He meets my

swallow hard, unsure how to respond. The air between us

bonded?" Lucas asks,

the powder keg. But I can't lie, not about this. "I tried

instantaneous. He lunges at me, a snarl ripping from his throat as his wolf takes over. I barely have time to brace myself before he collides with me mid-shift, all fury and