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."

head toward the adjoining room. Marcus follows, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving

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

here, Lucas. Sister Miriam promised. Even Sister Miriam can't

I'm okay."

the Fae aren't going to keep you there forever?" The suspicion in his words is both legitimate and something that makes little giggles bubble in the back

"No. Actually—"

that thought, Ave." His voice quality changes as he pulls away from the phone to tell someone to enter. I try to listen in, but it's impossible to clarify the words coming out of whoever he's talking to. Only Lucas'

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

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

"What kind of uproar?"

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

jelly. Sliding onto the bed, I whisper, "What does that mean,

means war is

words hit like a punch. War. The weight of it steals my breath, leaves

yet. Our forces are too scattered, spread over too

and unyielding. "Westwood is

sounds as though he's tiptoeing around the truth he wants to say. "It might be a blessing in disguise that you're there. It was the

want

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