Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 153

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."

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

measured responses. "I don't know enough about this, but Sister

back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "And you trust this Sister

don't know if I trust her completely, but she seems to know more about what's happening to me 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

the table, his hand covering mine. The warmth of his touch is

Thoughtful. Concerned. Calm.

Ever the rational alpha.

a good man, I tell Selene

for a moment. You don't

an odd

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

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

"Yes?"

need you to stay

"But that's—"

Just until Kellan and I can look

hand from his. "Lucas, I know you understand

sweetheart. And we're going to

it's a risk I'm

groans. "You're not alone, Ava. We are all in this with you. But I can't just

asking for permission,

know." His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, and Selene pipes up in my

first started talking, and yet he is still trying to see your side. Do not be afraid to speak your mind, Ava. Only communication will

prompting me to reach

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

my lap, wet with her saliva, she saunters back to the living room, having

us. "What's going

on now—to her second favorite, which is running yet

only then that I realize the effects of the

able to say that to him. I should have blabbed

the

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

a book, but Selene's

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