Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 229 Ava: Fire

Bureaucracy in the Fae Ward moves with the pace of a paralyzed sloth, leaving me with an itchy feeling between my shoulder blades, as if staying here is the worst decision I've ever made.

Selene spends most of her time slinking around the Fae Ward, finding pockets of space with less wards to sneeze over. Vanessa and Marcus stick with me, with Vanessa sharing my bedroom.

Our first lesson doesn't happen for three days. Why?

Application for Unlicensed Magus to Practice Dangerous Magic Within Residential Areas.

It's an actual title of a piece of paperwork Magister Orion had to file. Apparently, new wizards (though the official Fae-paperwork term is magus, unknown origin) are deemed a deadly force. Whoever runs this place has a serious stick up their butt about me learning magic.

"I don't like it," Vanessa says, staring out the window. "They'll have your name on official paperwork. We have no idea how deep Renard's influence lies."

"It's only within the Fae Ward," I point out, like I have the other thirty times she's mentioned it. "If they're going to find me here, the paperwork won't be the only reason."

Marcus, of course, is quiet. We already know how he feels. He hates it and doesn't trust the paperwork, either.

Not that I disagree with either of them—it's just that, like them, I feel stuck.

for three days. Knowing that they're fighting over there, not

has all

by five papers with different runes written on them. Unlike the magic book I'm still kicking myself over for leaving in my room at

grab the different papers, looking them over again and again. There's nothing that happens when I touch them;

Orion, grumbling about red tape, gave me these five papers and told me to find the elements within me that correspond to

try to commune with a single element within me,

Learning to center, to focus only on what matters. Maybe you're too in tune

tried that before—I grab

center myself. The sounds and scents of the world fade away, leaving only the sensation of my own body, its thudding heartbeat vibrating through my chest, and the pulsing core of magic within

me from within, I imagine myself reaching out to touch it. Nothing happens. I try to visualize tugging at it, like pulling on a string, but it remains stubbornly distant.

to access this power if nothing works? Taking another deep breath,

the rune for fire sitting on the paper in front of me. Fire. Destructive, passionate, life-giving. I think about its properties—how it consumes, how it transforms, how it

Burning.

a memory of this life, but of another. A dream? A vision? Whatever it was, it feels as real as anything I've

scorching pain that raged through every fiber of my being. I couldn't move, couldn't

me. I want to pull away from

No name, no self, just pure sensation. And in that moment of complete dissolution,

feeling, on the memory of being unmade by fire. The bright core of magic within me pulses in response, as if