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 through my

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

is no text.

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

flatten to her skull. The pages are

me as I stare at the

can you come here for

caution, boots heavy, each thud a countdown to the answer I know he's going

point to the open book. "Can you

his brows knitting together

my spine as I look between Marcus and Selene. How is it possible that I can see these cryptic words so clearly while they perceive only

mean? Selene's question echoes my own racing

can feel the warmth and tingling against my palm. I think it has something

offering silent comfort. We'll figure

we're always

it

get through

We'll do it together.

we're never together for

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

hope it isn't some sort of

It isn't, Selene insists.

a meaning 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

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 brush. Each symbol is a masterpiece, a

are alien, yet somehow familiar. They tug at something deep inside me, at that core of glowing warmth within my chest.

can't

do you see? Selene's voice is a distant

I breathe, my fingers trembling as they hover over the pages. Mystery.

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

aching at the distance between us. I don't

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

spreads up my arms and into my chest. It's like the book is calling to me, urging me to delve deeper