Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 110 Lisa: Ava's Absence (III)

Lucas's shoulders stiffen, and he turns to look at the healer with a frown. "Still no answers?" he asks, his voice rough with disuse.

Vanessa sighs, her expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Alpha. We're doing everything we can."

Lucas nods curtly and turns back to Ava, his brow furrowed in thought. Vanessa catches my eye over his shoulder and gives me a subtle shake of her head.

At first, I'm confused. But then it hits me—she must be trying to tell me that Ava isn't pregnant. A wave of relief washes over me, followed immediately by a pang of guilt. I shouldn't be happy about this, not when Ava is still lying there unresponsive.

But at least it's one less thing to worry about. One less complication in an already tangled web.

I slump back in my chair, suddenly exhausted. It's been a long day, and the emotional roller coaster has taken its toll. I close my eyes, just for a moment, and let the steady rhythm of Ava's heartbeat lull me into a light doze.

I'm not sure how much time passes before I'm startled awake by a soft knock at the door. Vanessa pokes her head in, her expression apologetic.

"Sorry to disturb you," she says, keeping her voice low. "But I thought you might want to know—Kellan just arrived with Ava's dog."

I sit up straighter, blinking the sleep from my eyes. "Selene's here?"

got her out in the waiting

at Lucas, gauging his reaction. He's still staring at Ava, but I can see the

But he's not protesting.

I say, since

as Kellan enters the room, a scrawny silver husky trailing behind him on a leash. For a moment, I'm not sure if it's really Selene—she looks thinner than I remember from

slipping on the crisp white sheets

like a live wire. "I think... I think it might be good for her.

my heart stutter in my chest. Oh God. What have I done? The look on his face... it's like he's barely holding himself

now. Not when Ava needs

tightening on his wrist even as my hand trembles. "Please,"

I'm afraid he might crack

But it never comes.

of teeth, and I realize that Selene has risen to her feet on the bed. She's standing over Ava's unconscious form, her hackles raised and her lips pulled back in a snarl. And she's not just protecting Ava—she's protecting

room falls silent, the tension so thick I can barely breathe. Lucas

muscles in Lucas's arm bunch beneath my fingers, and for a second, I'm sure

never leave Selene's, but he lowers his hand, his fingers uncurling