Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 174 Ava: Selene Isn't Human

Selene writhes against the bedspread, looking like a puppy chastised. She says these are our growing pains, and I'm too old to be throwing a tantrum like a pup.

She sounds so offended that I almost laugh.

Almost.

But I can feel the threat in her mental presence. If I dare to laugh now, I'll never hear the end of it.

So I focus on Vanessa, instead.

"Ava, listen. A wolf is not human. Our wolves think of ourselves first, and everyone else secondary. They're focused on power first, and results second. Not on the sacrifices. Results are what matter, and everything else will fall into place with them."

A soft, husky-like yowling bark comes out of Selene. That isn't true.

Isn't it?

Somehow, it feels very…

Don't you dare finish that thought. Selene snaps at the air. We also care about the sacrifices, and understand relationships become complicated when we do what needs to be done.

Vanessa watches me with a patient stare.

"Sorry. Selene was talking."

"I can see that." Her smile is faint. "They usually do, when we get this talk. But it's usually when we're pups, and it comes from our parents. This is the first wolves and the babes chat I've had with an adult."

Wolves and the babes?

That sounds so… adorable.

But I remember clearly what a 12-year-old wolf shifter is like. A voracious appetite, short temper, and a tendency towards sneaking around to get what they want.

Not very adorable.

"Look, Ava. Ultimately, the relationship wolves have with each other is not the same as humans have with each other. A wolf might understand why they were pushed aside, once all is said an done. They can accept these cases as they come, without detriment to their pack bond, knowing that the end result is the most important thing. But we," and she points between us, "are not like that.

If Lucas were to ghost you, how would you feel?"

That's easy. "Terrible." We've already lived through that.

"And if he did things behind your back, saying the entire time that it was what was best for you, and you just have to trust him?"

Seeing where she's going, I can't hold her gaze, lowering mine to the bedspread. It's soft, with a few threads loose, perfect to pluck while being forced to face hard truths. "I would feel awful. Like he doesn't trust me. Like our relationship isn't as strong as it should be." Thinking on it, on how I felt when I lived in what I felt were gilded cages, "And angry. I would definitely be angry."

Vanessa nods. "Now, have Selene answer that question, and think about it. I'm going to see what I can do to make this 'hare-brained' scheme of yours work."

* * *

stiff-legged to curl up under the window, flatly refusing to

mean that Vanessa's assessment of

not, Selene huffs, sounding

"Mhm."

get it. These revelations

me that still doesn't

that's horrified to think back on the

But more than that…

at me from my phone

hate knowing that you're putting yourself in danger without coming to me for help first. When you're ready, can

"Selene."

Selene's ears twitch, but

should go back. For

bodies would burn tonight. It has to

I'll

silent as I set my plans in motion. I

just enough time to make it there in time. Kellan alternates between calm and brooding, but there's a distinct feeling

at me with respect as Lucas' mate; he's never once looked

stabs

wanted to attend the rites of lives lost

faint sense of her emotions in the back of my head, and I can feel her

much time to think about it, because

be wrong when I'm

like a simple concept, and yet it's changed something inside my head. Something that makes it hard

rest my head against the small oval window. These overwhelming thoughts

of clouds. It's a beautiful sunset below us, with orange and pink and shades

eyes, letting out

lost, and all I've really thought

important, but—I'm

of

of a

was independence. Of proving I didn't need anyone. Of my life in Cedarwood. All things that take me

Away from responsibility.

Away from reality.

She's important. But those people who lost their lives?

They're important, too.

freedom, or did

of my

on the glass as he turns to look at the back of

great. Vanessa was kind in how she approached me, and I have no idea

when I'm on my way to a funeral, and yet my heart cringes at the thought of another