Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 183

Chapter 183 Ava: Jericho's Acceptance

Since neither shifter seems very interested in talking, I sit with only my thoughts for company.

Even Selene is silent in my head, though she rests her chin on my leg, her eyes deceptively closed.

She's not asleep, but still dealing with whatever demons are inside of her right now.

Both guards tense as Selene's ears flick around.

Someone's coming, she says, lifting her head to stare at the door. When both guards relax after that distracted look from them linking with someone, she does too, despite sniffing at the air.

Jericho, she says, as the door opens and his grizzled head pokes into the room.

Jericho glances around, looking at both guards with clear contempt, before nodding to me. "Girl," he says gruffly.

My lips twitch into a faint smile, an unexpected warmth blooming in my chest at his informal address. At least one thing hasn't changed. He still treats me the same, even after everything that's happened.

"Wait outside," Jericho orders the two ill-at-ease shifters, jerking his head toward the door. They hesitate for a moment, exchanging an uncertain look, but a single raised eyebrow from Jericho has them scurrying out of the room.

The door closes with a soft click, and Jericho turns his attention back to me. "How're you doing? Feeling okay?"

I open my mouth, ready to assure him that I'm fine, but the words lodge in my throat. Am I okay? After the riot, Todd's mother, the vampire attack, and all the little truths Vanessa has managed to open my eyes to… I don't think I am.

But complaining about it doesn't seem right, either.

Jericho seems to sense my inner turmoil. He sighs, running a hand over his stubbled jaw. "Listen, girl, all young pups make mistakes. It's part of growing up."

"Young pup?" The term catches me off guard. I haven't been called that since I was a child.

times, but I don't really remember

"You're still young, a baby in my eyes. I've been around long enough to see countless pups stumble

to imagine him, a grizzled old man of little praise and a lot

he even had

world one day, old and cantankerous, yelling at innocent out-of-shape wolf shifters until they

"But I like the look in your eyes now.

I feel embarrassed by how strong I thought I was, not

Blinded by peace.

head and closed

a fraction. "Are you an idiot?

I don't have the energy to rise

with nothing but a curt grunt, he instead takes the opportunity to pace my room in short, slow strides. It takes a little time for me to

says, sounding surprised. "Not

"Of what?"

Turning, he gazes at me, his

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somehow easier than I thought it would

it's because it never changes, never

and asks questions when he has

vague connection with Sister Miriam, he stares at the ceiling in

girl, my gut's telling me this vampire's more of an ally than

off the edge of my bed. "Why? Lucas doesn't

and his eyes snap down from the ceiling to meet with mine, "no vampire acts like this toward someone they're hunting. No, she has

murkier than you ever want to be knee-deep in, but there is no loyalty in their blood. They don't have the sense of pack that we do.

know about vampires?" The question slips

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