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."

adjoining room. Marcus follows, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving me alone with

rapid-fire, all with the same ultimate theme: Is the city safe? Can Alpha Renard or my family find

accessible by portal, I think. They don't have access here, Lucas. Sister Miriam promised. Even Sister Miriam can't come here." I settle onto the edge of the

I'm okay."

his words is both

"No. Actually—"

I try to listen in, but it's impossible to clarify

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

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 straight to

"What kind of uproar?"

Council. He's claiming we overstepped our bounds, abused our authority by allowing the takeover of the Blackwood pack. There have been five rogue

to jelly. Sliding onto the bed, I whisper,

war is

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

they haven't attacked there yet. Our forces are too scattered, spread over too

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

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

I want

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