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.

you doing? Selene's

to read it." My finger

text. Selene's voice is slow,

"What do you mean? It's right here. Can't you see

flatten to her skull. The pages are blank,

as I stare at the book, at

you come here

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

the open

knitting together as he

I look between Marcus and Selene. How is it possible that

what does this mean? Selene's question echoes my own

and tingling against my palm. I think it

noses at my hand, offering silent comfort. We'll

we're always

it

through

We'll do it together.

never together

my magic. Why can't she see what I can? Why can't

some sort of terrible omen for

It isn't, Selene insists.

my grasp. It's like trying to remember a dream—the harder I focus, the more it slips

focus on them. They flow across the pages with a simple, elemental beauty. Like water. Ink spilled from an artist's brush. Each symbol is a masterpiece, a work of art that speaks to my soul even as my mind struggles to

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

I can't

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

my fingers trembling as

can't seem to project the images into her mind. It's like

distance between us. I don't know

nose against my leg, offering silent comfort even as

the familiar tingling sensation in my fingertips, a warmth that spreads up my arms and into my chest. It's like the book is calling to me, urging me to delve deeper into its