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."

toward the adjoining room.

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

Fae Ward is different from the rest of the city somehow. Only accessible by portal, I think. They don't have access here, Lucas. Sister Miriam promised. Even Sister Miriam can't

I'm okay."

there forever?" The suspicion in his words is both legitimate and something that makes little giggles bubble

"No. Actually—"

phone to tell someone to enter. I try to

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

tone, grim and heavy. The ball of ice transforms into a lead weight that drops

"What kind of uproar?"

broken 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 Blackwood pack. There have been five rogue attacks today. All concerted efforts, timed perfectly. We lost a few people, and others

Sliding onto the

war is

punch. War. The weight of it steals my breath, leaves me reeling. "What do you

under our control, but only because they haven't attacked there yet. Our forces are too scattered, spread over too wide an area. We're working with the other alphas

"Westwood is my pack too, Lucas. I want to fight. I'm part of

as though he's tiptoeing around the truth he wants to say. "It might be a blessing

I want to

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