Chapter 153 Ava: A Weight off Her Shoulders

This isn't so bad, right? I ask Selene, buoyed by the gentle smile on Lucas' face.

At first I thought it was a facade to hide his anger, but he doesn't once lash out.

Doesn't berate me.

Doesn't yell.

Just nods. Smiles. Listens.

And accepts it all.

Right, Selene says, but she sounds evasive.

So when Lucas hands me a glass of water and nudges me to sit at the table across from him, I do without hesitation.

"Okay," he finally says, leaning over the table to stare into my eyes. "Lay it on me."

He sounds a little like he's bracing himself. I can't blame him. I am, too.

I take a deep breath. "I'm not a normal shifter."

He nods slowly. "We've established this."

I inhale sharply, searching for the right words. How do I explain something I barely understand myself? The power within me is like the wind; it exists, and occasionally makes itself known, but I can't search for it.

"I have some kind of magical aptitude," I finally say, meeting Lucas' gaze. "But I need training to control it. Without proper guidance, it could be dangerous."

Lucas stares at me, his brow furrowed. The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken questions.

"What do you mean by magical aptitude, Ava?" His voice is steady, but I can sense the underlying concern.

The weight of my own ignorance is crushing, and I can only shrug. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. All I know is that there's a power inside me, and it's not like anything I've ever known. You saw it, too. The night you saved me."

His eyes narrow as he thinks back. "Your running. We assumed it was some sort of side effect from your dormant wolf."

toward Selene, I say, "She wasn't dormant. Our bond

"I don't know enough about this, but Sister Miriam knows. She's going to connect me with a teacher so I can learn to control

in his chair, his eyes never leaving

than anyone else." Light reflects off the water in my glass, and I lower my eyes, turning the cup in circles. "I need to know more

hand covering mine. The warmth of his touch

Thoughtful. Concerned. Calm.

Ever the rational alpha.

good man, I

a moment. You don't

an

then. Yes, he's a good man, Ava. She doesn't sound like she's choking over the words anymore, but there's something

says, his fingers tensing for a moment over my hand. "I need you to

"Yes?"

need you to stay away from Sister

"But that's—"

amends hastily. "For now. Just until Kellan and I can look into this a

together, I pull my hand from his.

I do, sweetheart. And we're going to do everything in our power to get her

while you look into things. I know it's dangerous, but it's a risk I'm willing to take on if I can get even one step closer to bringing her

all in this with you. But

asking

as he takes a deep breath, and Selene pipes up

has filled this room since you first started talking, and yet he is still trying to see your side. Do not be afraid to speak your mind, Ava. Only

cold nose touches my leg, prompting me

the couch. You two can have this fight anywhere, but if clothes come off, I ask that you do it in the

her saliva, she saunters back

glances between us. "What's going

switch the channel—there's a talk show on now—to her second favorite, which is running yet another one of

I realize the effects of the food have worn

to

did the effects

you can't talk to me," he says hesitantly, distracting me from that line of thought. "I appreciate you opening

sounds like he's reciting lines from a book, but Selene's

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