Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 103

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?

just looks like a dog, and yet every bit of her radiates her disapproval of our

the doors for her. Every single one. I'm not sure what she's looking for, but let

he acknowledges, immediately

he gets a little too close to the husky, but he's already used to our bad temper and

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

high, her hackles bristling. Ice-blue eyes narrow as she sniffs the entryway rug, a low snarl rumbling in her

Why is

head up to glare at me. Did she hear that? Her lips pull back, revealing sharp white teeth as

flattening back. Sorry, sorry. Don't

a dog, remember? She can't

me. Our mate

head. She's not our mate. Ava is. This is just a dog.

the way she's sniffing every inch of the entryway. What

lower my nose to the hardwood, inhaling deeply. Bleach, pine-scented cleaner, the musty smell of the rug. Traces of Ava's scent, honey and orange

that would

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

my wolf snarls, startling me with his vehemence. Selene is perfect. She's not inferior

aback. He's not usually this hostile when he's angry with me. Annoyed, sure. Frustrated, definitely.

the house, my wolf's fascination with her behavior gnawing at my mind. She huffs and grumbles as she investigates each room, her demeanor far too intelligent for a mere dog.

reach Ava's bedroom, Selene's agitation peaks. She 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 makes my heart

my wolf whimpers, hunkering down in the doorway. We have to take her to

flying her out there

up, his excitement

bedding. Her whines grow more pitiful by the second, tugging at

leave her like this, my wolf insists.

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