Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 152 Lucas: A Lesson in Patience

LUCAS

My mate has the guiltiest look on her face, looking everywhere but at me.

On the one hand: It's good to know that she's a terrible liar, once caught.

But it takes every ounce of control within me to not rage at the danger she somehow placed herself in.

I don't understand any of this, but I'm determined I will before I leave the apartment.

Keeping my mouth shut is a lesson in patience, but it works. Ava slowly drips more information my way. It's a struggle to keep the smile on my face even as my molars grind together in frustration. And I remind myself in an endless litany that I have no right to be furious with her for holding secrets.

Even when her life is on the line, and every molecule in my body is screaming to protect her.

The words come at an agonizing trickle from Ava's lips, spilling secrets I struggle to comprehend. The vampire attack. Sister Miriam's concern. Fae food—not that we understand much about it—that compels honesty. Bizarre magic that spirited her out of this room and into another place, from right beneath my nose.

Each revelation twists my gut, stoking the embers of my barely restrained fury.

"Why would a vampire help a wolf?" The question escapes before I can temper it, my voice rough with the effort of control.

Ava blinks, confusion clouding her features as she evades my gaze once again. "I don't know."

"You didn't think to ask?" I press, the wolf within me prowling, eager to break free and demand answers.

She fidgets, twisting her hands in her lap. "I'm pretty sure I did? But Sister Miriam was evasive. She didn't give me a straight answer."

Of course she didn't. Why pin down the vampire for concrete information when you can just waltz into danger blindly? My molars grind together, my jaw clenched so tight it aches.

My wolf snarls in the recesses of my mind, seething at the risks Ava took. Risks that could have stolen her from me forever.

to roar my frustration, I know it

listen, even as every instinct screams to spirit her away to safety. To lock her

her body relaxing inch

Every ounce of discipline honed over years of

the anger, beneath the

Love.

sense her

to ruin

waited for

her pulses through my veins, fierce and unrelenting. It tempers my fury, softens my edges. It whispers in my ears, telling

from her own

with a steadiness I don't feel, offering silent support as she bares her secrets.

to

that Selene isn't just a dog, but her

head, and I finally understand his obsession with that damned husky. He's not mated to a dog. He's mated to a wolf. Our mate's

never heard of a wolf outside of our body. We share mind, soul, and body. That's how it

is extraordinary

this new truth, reaching over to grab her hands, never once berating her for her silence—for her fears—she seems to finally, finally, let her

overuse, so I give her a

mine, and my heart jumps

sorry, Lucas. It's a

Yeah, it fucking is.

her hand gently. "We'll figure it out together from

didn't mean to dump it

water,

read, now that her

upset," I lie through my teeth without batting a single