Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 145 Ava: Selene's Shows

"TV?" Lucas asks, and I nod.

"Selene likes anything on the Shifter Network."

His hand freezes with the remote pointing at the TV. "Your dog watches TV?" he asks carefully, with a hint of laughter in his words. Like he doesn't want to offend me with his amusement.

"She's a basic bitch," I say cheerfully, ignoring Selene's mental growl.

Lucas looks at Selene, then me, then back to the TV, obediently turning it to the right channel.

One of her shows is playing, like it always is. I don't watch it much, but I'm pretty sure there's always a drama online, even if it's a rerun.

Almost always. Sometimes it's a talk show. She sounds so disgusted by that, I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Lucas, meanwhile, is staring at the TV.

He's tuned into the middle of a shifting scene, a CGI moment of a male human's clothes bursting at the seams as he transforms into a wolf, complete with the sound of cracking bones and snapping flesh.

"That," he says, "is disgusting. Shifting is beautiful, and they've turned it into a horror show."

"That's only the tip of the iceberg," I mutter, staring at Selene, who's ignoring our comments.

I love this episode, she sighs. He's going to find her in the forest and she falls in love... Of course, she can't do anything about it. She's still dating that human kid from math class.

"Why didn't he take his clothes off before shifting?" Lucas mutters, completely distracted. "It doesn't look like there's an emergency. Just destroyed his clothes for no reason. That isn't logical. What's he going to do when he shifts back? Just walk around naked?

to be shifting

a rare sight in any

watched

coming together as he continues to

screen is some sort of

agrees. He is

wolf inside,

arm around me as he continues to watch the train wreck on TV, where the wolf shifter stalks some

a twig snapping, and

hunter, Selene agrees

in the air. "Why would he show himself to a teenage human like that? You never know when they're going to report you for violations against Human Survival Rights. You can't stalk a

a fated connection, Selene

Lucas a cold shoulder. I've never put that together before. I'll have to ask her about

likes this trash?" he asks, finally turning from the screen to

Selene's direction. She's on the floor, tail up, ears perked,

know you love her, but your dog is

twitch. "Yeah. Just

warmth envelops me as I curl up against him, my eyelids growing heavy. The mindless chatter from the TV blends with his occasional commentary, punctuated by Selene's mental interjections. It's an odd sort of lullaby,

a little peace. Just

is

her bullies, Selene sighs, her voice dreamy in

from his alpha. No wolf shifter

chest intensifies. Is she okay? Has she eaten? Is she hurt? The questions swirl in my mind, an

breath catching in his throat. I blink, the