Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 132 Ava: The Party (III)

"So, how are you liking the training?" he asks, sipping at his drink. The scent of beer makes me want to gag, but I try to ignore it. "Amara's tough, but she's the best."

I shrug, feeling a little more at ease now that we're on familiar ground. "It's hard," I admit, "but I'm learning a lot. Amara doesn't go easy on anyone. I appreciate that. It feels like I'm catching up faster that way."

Brendan nods, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, she can be brutal. But you're right, it's worth it in the end. You'll be a total badass by the time she's done with you."

I can't help but smile at that, imagining myself as some kind of warrior princess. It seems ridiculous, given my current state, but it's a nice thought nonetheless.

"I don't know about that," I say, shaking my head. "But I'll settle for being able to defend myself, at least."

Brendan's smile softens, his eyes growing serious. "That's a good goal," he says quietly. "Especially for someone in your position."

I stiffen at his words, my guard going up again. "What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral.

He hesitates, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "I just mean... being the Alpha's mate, you know? It's a big deal. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. We heard you're trying to keep it quiet, but secrets don't last long in a pack."

"Right." I shift uneasily, unsure of how much to say. Do I explain that I haven't chosen to mate with him yet? That our fated connection was already in peril from his rejection? It seems like a bit of an over-share, so I just remain silent.

"Everyone's been curious about the Blackwood who finagled their way into our Alpha's graces, but you're pretty nice," he adds, sounding a little awkward. "They don't like the Blackwoods, but you don't act like them."

"What did you expect, then?" My curiosity is genuine. To me, the Blackwood pack was normal. Even in Westwood, I don't have a lot of interaction with the other shifters. I still don't fully understand the divide between the two packs, having only heard the story from Phoenix's point of view.

You could try talking to Lucas, Selene mutters, sounding a little sour over the idea. I'm sure he could explain it.

But would he? I have the distinct impression that he would try to gloss it over.

"Arrogant. A jerk. Pretentious. Kind of like that Jessa chick who was here for a little while, trying to act like she was the beta's mate when she was just here for college." He grimaces. "A lot of us fell in love with her because of her looks, but it didn't last long."

I can't help the faint smile curving my lips. "Oh, my sister."

me, looking horrified. "I forgot she's your sister.

be. She's a

words out loud

about

think I

laugh. "I'm serious. She's

me laughing even harder, garnering the attention of the other

in hand. It doesn't have that gross, yeasty smell of beer, but something

she sees me looking at her cup, she lifts it with a wink. "The

rings in my

talking about Jessa," Bren chimes in, still

that Blackwood bitch? Er, no offense." Mia offers me a casual, one-shoulder shrug.

her sister," Bren hisses

without super wolf hearing,

a bitch," Lisa agrees, squeezing her way to my side and sliding her

away. "Since Ava's here, she's already

sounds a little more negative than I'd like, but I can't really put

host of the party? I don't know anyone here except you guys. It seems pretty

no host." Bren looks Lisa over with a familiar, appraising

men find Lisa attractive, and her bouncing, bubbly personality draws them

face and the way she leans in his direction just a little, Lisa's more than receptive to his attention. "Obviously, there's a

the pack's party house. We throw parties here every week, and all of us come around to clean it

and I'm torn between urging Lisa to go enjoy herself,

that, though. That would be a bad friend

stifled as it is because of the guards around me; I should let her enjoy

arm from hers with a smile, and she grins back before

and Bren flirt, their bodies angling closer, their smiles flashing brighter with each exchange. A knot tightens in my stomach, an ugly

should be happy for her. Lisa deserves to have fun, to enjoy herself without

hope she's watching her trashy wolf TV instead of judging my