Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 103 Lucas: Bring Her Home

LUCAS

Selene follows us to the Blackwood pack lands, only veering off once we get close to Ava's family home.

She refuses to listen when I try to herd her back in the direction of the alpha's home, slipping around my besotted wolf to trot her way into the front yard, inspecting every inch.

She won't talk to me, my wolf whines pathetically in my head.

Fuck, is that what I sound like when I complain to him?

I hope not. He sounds like a lovesick teenager.

Why won't she speak to me? It must be your fault. She's mad at you. I told you not to reject our mate.

Again, with the me-blaming. I already know it's my fault; he doesn't have to rub it in. She's a dog, not a wolf. She's not talking to you because she can't. But my own explanation sounds… wrong.

There's no way that husky is a normal dog.

She smells like a dog, but she doesn't act like one.

Mate mate mate mate mate mate mate, he chants, following behind her with utmost devotion.

We've gotten more than a few stares from the shifters in the area, and whispers besides. None of them know why we're stalking a half-starved domestic dog in wolf lands.

I can't blame them for their curiosity, but I want to rip all their throats out for even questioning Selene's presence here.

My wolf growls in agreement, and Selene suddenly looks back at us with a distinct look of disapproval.

Is that possible?

every bit of her radiates

watching us. One of mine. You. Go open the doors for her. Every single one. I'm not sure what she's looking for, but

acknowledges, immediately jogging for the

a little too close to the husky, but he's already used

guard at all times, so there's no need to

stalks forward with purpose, her fluffy white tail held high, her hackles bristling. Ice-blue eyes narrow as

with concern. Why is she angry? Is

that? Her lips pull back, revealing sharp white teeth as she growls again,

his head and whines, his ears flattening back. Sorry, sorry. Don't be mad. We're

a dog, remember? She can't understand

me.

mate. Ava

to find something, based on the way she's

Bleach, pine-scented cleaner, the musty smell of the rug. Traces of Ava's scent, honey and orange blossoms, along with

unusual. Nothing that would warrant

I muse. She's a dog, after all. Our

me with his vehemence. Selene is perfect. She's

he's

with her behavior gnawing at my mind. She huffs and grumbles as she investigates each room, her demeanor far too intelligent for a

leaps onto the bed, rolling and whining amidst the sheets. I can't help but take a deep breath, Ava's scent flooding my senses. Honey and orange blossoms, tinged with the faint trace of her fear. It

my wolf whimpers, hunkering down in the doorway.

about flying her out there tonight,

wolf perks up, his excitement palpable. We

the bedding. Her whines grow more pitiful by the

can't leave her like this, my wolf insists. She's hurting. Ava