Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 223 Ava: The Fae Ward (V)

Magister Orion storms around, his heavy footsteps shaking the floorboards. Agitation rolls off him in waves as he gesticulates wildly. "Absurd! Your magic is a part of you, girl. It's not some accessory you can cast aside when it's inconvenient!"

Marcus steps forward, pulling me behind him in a protective stance. His eyes narrow as he watches Magister Orion's erratic pacing.

Layla darts between us, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Magister, please calm yourself. We don't want a repeat of the last time you set the library on fire."

Tinker groans, her mechanical wings drooping. "It took a decade to duplicate all those ruined books. Please, Magister. Let's not go through that again."

Magister Orion freezes, a sheepish expression crossing his face. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders slumping as he turns to me. "My apologies, Ava. I let my passion get the better of me." He sighs, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "I must confess, I had an ulterior motive in agreeing to teach you.

I had hoped that once you were introduced to our world, you might choose to stay here as my student. You see, the magic we share is dying out. It's been centuries since I've found someone to teach."

Glancing at the books flying in the air, lazily flapping their pages like wings, a frown tugs at the corners of my lips. "How is that possible? There's magic everywhere here."

He shakes his head, his eyes wrinkling at the corners with sadness and the harsh passage of time. Centuries, he said. Centuries. I can't imagine being alive so long. Just like Sister Miriam, he's lived a life I can't fathom.

"The magic of the Fae and the magic that humans can wield are separate entities. They come from different sources, follow different rules."

"I don't understand. How—"

Magister Orion cuts me off with another shake of his head. "It's a long and complicated history, one we don't have time for now." His gaze shifts to Vanessa and Marcus, his nose wrinkling in disdain. "Are these the pack you speak of?"

He smells like a burning forest when he looks at them, Selene observes. There must be a history there. Fae can be hostile to any non-Fae, but this goes beyond that.

can see that Magister Orion has no respect for them,

the two who followed me here, it feels dirty to hear how he speaks to them. Not wanting it to go on any longer, I wait until his eyes once again meet mine, leaving my

is my mother's face, a vision that makes my soul cringe from the baggage that comes with it, even as I can feel my face settle into the expression that

for his reaction, at the possibility that my demands will cause friction between me and the man I'm hoping can keep me

an issue that needs

thick brows wing up in surprise. "An issue? By all means, tell

dry, and I take two attempts

has never been my

and vampires, and I appreciate your generosity in bringing me here under your protection. However, Marcus and Vanessa have been my steadfast protectors. Your attitude toward them and my pack is concerning. Regardless of any history between shifter and Fae, mutual respect is crucial if we're to

and Vanessa takes a step closer to

Fae's face, followed by a grimace. Intense eyes glower at the two who've followed me into this strange world, the two tasked to keep me safe even at the cost of

his head back to stare at the endless expanse of this strange cottage-tower above him.

she controls them with a remote, it makes me

thoughtfully. Though, it could even be longer. Time can

flow differently? A second is a second. An hour is an hour.

not certain, either. The Fae Realm has always guarded

Interesting.

Orion leans in to inspect Marcus' face, before

"Marcus," Tinker hisses.

secretary, before turning to Vanessa. He doesn't move, only inspecting her from afar,

time, it's Layla, who looks at us with apology. "I promise he's like

scowls at the gnome woman, drawing himself to his

an edge of desperation. "Please don't let his personality deter you from his teaching. We all gave up on him centuries ago, and