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?

yet every bit of her radiates her disapproval of our frustration

open the doors for her. Every single one. I'm

immediately jogging for the

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

house is under guard at all times, so there's no

purpose, her fluffy white tail held high, her hackles bristling. Ice-blue eyes narrow as she sniffs the entryway rug,

wolf observes with concern. Why is she angry? Is she hurt? What's

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

whines, his ears flattening back. Sorry,

a dog, remember? She can't understand

at me. Our mate

mate? I shake my head. She's not our mate. Ava

on the way she's

cleaner, the musty smell of the rug. Traces of Ava's scent, honey and orange blossoms, along with the bitter tang of her

that

be inferior to ours, I muse. She's a dog, after all. Our

me with his

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

mind. She huffs and grumbles as she investigates each room, her demeanor far too intelligent

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

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

already thinking about flying her out there tonight,

My wolf perks up, his excitement palpable.

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

like this, my wolf

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