Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 197 Ava: Do You Believe in the Moon Goddess?

"I don't understand. How did you know about the necklace? And this book? How did you get here?"

"Ah, yes." Mrs. Elkins sighs, reaching over to pat my hand in a familiar gesture. "Do you believe in prophetic dreaming?"

Vanessa steps forward now, her voice pitched high with incredulity. "Are you a clairvoyant, ma'am?"

"No, dear." Mrs. Elkins gives Vanessa one of her warm smiles. "But some dreams mean something. Do you believe in your Moon Goddess, child?"

The guards' growls fill the air, a group offense at being questioned on their faith.

Vanessa's stern look silences them. She turns to Mrs. Elkins, her voice soft yet resolute. "I do believe in the Moon Goddess, yes."

Mrs. Elkins reaches for Vanessa's hand, and though bewilderment flickers across Vanessa's face, she allows the contact. The old lady's eyes crinkle with warmth as she clasps Vanessa's hand in her arthritic fingers. "I'm so grateful Ava has found a friend. She was far too lonely in Cedarwood."

Her words tug at my heart, reminding me how grateful I am to have Vanessa in my corner. But Mrs. Elkins continues, her voice taking on a dreamlike quality.

"I've had strange dreams this year. One of a lonely witch, hunted by wolves." Her gaze meets mine, and I feel a jolt of recognition. "I had the same feeling when I met you, Ava. I felt drawn to help, considering the history of witches."

Her explanation of the eradication of witches makes sense now—why she'd started to answer my questions with a history lesson. "I see."

"After you disappeared, the dreams stopped. For a long time. Until recently." She pauses, her expression serene. "I dreamed of the Moon Goddess asking for my help. And when I accepted, I woke up here. In this garden."

Her words hang in the air, defying logic. How can she be so calm, so unfazed by such an outlandish claim? As if the Moon Goddess visits people in their dreams.

And yet—here she is.

Her words are truth.

Elkins with both wonder and suspicion. There's no scent of deception to mar

have these... bizarre experiences?" one of them asks, his voice tinged

chuckles, her eyes twinkling. "Never before, my dear. Never before. But when a goddess calls, do

she take this in stride? How can she have such blind belief? My instinctive reaction to learning how

some sort of blessing, something she accepts without gripe or

"Interventions like this, they're rare these

and goddesses coming

are old stories of

glance down at her, finding comfort in

have a lot to learn, Ava. About yourself, about your heritage. I wish I could help more, but alas," and she points to

foreign, heavy with implications I'm not ready to face. The only heritage I've ever known is that of

invited into a new family. One where

worn leather, and I feel a spark of something—anticipation, maybe.

is right, and the Moon Goddess somehow

Why not earlier?

before Lisa

know that answer,

forearm, her grasp warm and loving, leaving me aching for those memories of life in Cedarwood. "Everything happens for a reason, Ava. You're meant for

chose your pack and

twitches, just a little. Didn't you tell me I have no great

catch her in little logical loops. That was before. This is a direct

stayed in Cedarwood… My life would be different? If I had rejected Lucas? Avoided

Yes. Fate is fluid.