Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 210 Ava: Moon Goddess (III) -- END Season 3

Ava?

Ava!

Selene's mental shout has me shaking my head, startled. I'm back, and it's like I was never gone.

Ava, are you listening?

"Sorry. What is it?"

Selene stands in front of me, her ears twitching. You were here, but our bond was silent. Like you were far away.

"Ah." Clearing my throat, which is parched now that I've returned, I blink until I adjust to the darkness of my room, compared to the brightness of that magical place I was in just moments ago.

"Selene, what does the Moon Goddess look like?"

Why do you ask? Selene's head tilts, her icy eyes studying me with an intensity that would be unnerving if I wasn't so used to it by now.

I glance at Marcus, who stands sentinel by the door, before focusing my thoughts inward. It's so much harder to think this way, and I wonder if it will ever feel completely natural. I think I met her. The Moon Goddess.

Selene's confusion ripples through our bond. She was never here, Ava.

I know. We were somewhere else.

You never left the room. Selene's voice in my mind is tinged with concern, her mental words hesitant.

I think my consciousness did. It was like my spirit traveled to this magical place. I struggle to find the words to describe the ethereal experience. Even my body felt real there.

Selene's worry intensifies, a cold thread winding through my thoughts. Will it happen again?

I don't know. Absently stroking the pages of the book in my lap, I think back, trying to focus on the details. Yet the memories are already fading, vivid pictures blurring in my mind's eye. There was a woman there. She called herself Selena. She spoke to me about my magic, about embracing it.

I don't know what the Moon Goddess looks like. I can't remember, Selene admits. Though, they say she appears differently to everyone who sees her. Some even see her as a wolf. She pauses. I think I saw her as a wolf.

Nodding, I look down at the book again, my gaze drawn to the strange runic text that dances across the pages. Each symbol seems to breathe with a life of its own, pulsing in a mesmerizing rhythm.

are you doing? Selene's question breaks

to read

is no text.

the page. "What do you

flatten to her skull. The

swirls through me as I stare at the book, at the undeniable presence of the runic

you come here for a

with caution, boots heavy, each thud a

point to the open

leans over, his brows knitting together

down my spine as I look between Marcus and Selene. How is it possible that I can see these

Selene's question echoes my own racing

know. Resting a hand on a page, I can feel the warmth and tingling against my palm. I think it has something to do

noses at my hand, offering silent

we're always

it out

through

We'll do it together.

never together for

twists at the thought of Selene being somehow separate from my magic. Why can't she

hope it isn't some sort

It isn't, Selene insists.

my grasp. It's like trying

fluid, as if they shift and change in my peripheral vision, then breathe in static form as I focus on them. They flow across the pages with a simple, elemental beauty. Like water. Ink spilled from an artist's

inside me, at that core of glowing warmth within my chest. It's as if they're whispering secrets, ancient knowledge

can't

you see? Selene's voice is a distant echo, a whisper in the back

fingers trembling as they hover over the

frustration, her longing to share in this experience. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to project the images into her

the distance between

silent comfort even as I

feel the familiar tingling sensation in my fingertips, a warmth that spreads up my arms and