Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 226

Chapter 226 Ava: War is Here (I)

Magister Orion personally escorts us up the mysterious spiral staircase to two adjoining rooms, promising to begin my training in the morning.

The moment the door closes behind him, I pull out my phone, unsurprised to see no new texts or phone calls. Sister Miriam did say only the occasional ones text would come through.

So I call Lucas.

He answers on the first ring.

"Are you okay?"

His question is more of a shouted demand for an answer, and I hold the phone several inches away from my ear, blinking at the force of his volume. "Yes. I'm fine. Did you get Kellan's messages?"

"Do you need help? When can you come home? Why won't our phone calls connect? Is everyone treating you okay? Are you in danger? Have you eaten?"

"No. Soon. I don't know. Yes. No. Not yet." My lips curve at the way his questions barrage my ear.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, Ave. So much." Lucas's voice softens, the rough edges smoothing into something tender that wraps around my heart. "I understand why you're there. I do. But I don't like it."

in conversation, Vanessa catches my eye, tilting her head toward the adjoining room. Marcus follows, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving

same ultimate theme: Is the city safe? Can Alpha Renard or my

access here, Lucas. Sister Miriam promised. Even Sister

I'm okay."

suspicion in his words is both legitimate and something that makes little giggles bubble in the back of

"No. Actually—"

quality changes as he pulls away from the phone to tell someone to enter. I try to listen in,

the hospital and wounded, which has ice forming into an anxious ball in the pit

back. There's been an uproar in the Council." Exhaustion roughens his tone, grim and heavy. The ball of ice transforms into a lead weight that drops my stomach

"What kind of uproar?"

only by the static crackle of his sigh. "One of the other alphas separated from the Council. He's claiming we overstepped our bounds, abused our authority by allowing the takeover of the

impossible as my legs turn to jelly. Sliding onto the bed, I whisper, "What

war

it steals my breath, leaves me reeling. "What do

our control, but only because they haven't attacked there yet.

from my throat, fierce and unyielding. "Westwood is my pack too, Lucas. I want to fight. I'm part of

"It might be a blessing in disguise that you're there. It was the last place

want to

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