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 figure out how I'm supposed to learn to read it." My finger traces the graceful lines of a particularly

there is no text. Selene's

stilling on the page. "What do you mean? It's right here. Can't you

ears flatten to her skull.

as I stare at the book, at the undeniable presence of the runic

you come here

with caution, boots heavy, each thud a countdown to the answer I

open

leans over, his brows knitting together as he studies the pages.

and Selene. How is it possible that I can

this mean? Selene's question echoes my

warmth and tingling against my palm. I think it has

offering silent comfort.

we're

it

through it

We'll do it together.

together for the things

heart twists at the thought of Selene being somehow separate from my magic. Why can't she see what I can? Why can't she feel

hope it isn't some sort of terrible omen

It isn't, Selene insists.

that hovers just beyond my grasp. It's like trying to remember a dream—the harder I focus, the more it slips away, leaving only a tantalizing impression

pages with a simple,

They tug at something deep inside me, at that core

can't

see? Selene's voice is a distant echo, a whisper

trembling as

this experience. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to project the images into her mind. It's

the distance between us. I don't

her nose against my leg, offering silent comfort even as I sense her unease. It's okay, Ava. We'll

sensation in my fingertips, a warmth that spreads up my arms