Chapter 231 Ava: Water

The rune for water swims before my eyes, its curves and lines blurring as I try to focus. My mind, however, has other plans. It drifts to Vanessa, her soft smile as she spoke of Vester. The ache in her voice. The longing.

I know that feeling all too well now.

Lucas. Where is he? Is he safe? Is the pack safe? Do we have more funeral rites coming? Are people hurting?

Are our hospitals inundated?

Your brain is so loud I can't sleep, Selene's voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Rolling my eyes at her nonexistent self, knowing she can feel it, I drawl mentally, Let me just turn down the volume on my anxiety for you. Wouldn't want to disturb your beauty rest.

Selene huffs, a sound somewhere between amusement and exasperation. Worrying about things you can't control is a waste of time. You'd be better off focusing on what's in front of you. The sooner you master this, the sooner we can leave.

She's right, of course. Doesn't make it any easier, but she's right. I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. "Okay, okay. You're right. Let's do this."

"Is it Selene?" Vanessa asks in amusement. "Whenever you talk to her, your entire face scrunches up."

Damn. Really? I've watched them all go a little vacant-eyed when they're talking to their wolves or pack members, but no one's ever screwed up their whole face to do it.

That's embarrassing.

Still, I nod. "Yeah. She's giving me a pep talk."

"You can do this, Ava. Look what you accomplished earlier today." Giving me two thumbs-up that couldn't be more cheesy if she tried, Vanessa grins. "I have faith in you."

Heat flushes in my cheeks. No matter how much care and attention I've been given in my time at Westwood, it still feels awkward and wrong to have someone so enthusiastic in their praise of me.

Good, too.

Really good.

me a little of how I'd begun to feel a little like I should stay with Clayton, all because he was kind

or anything—I can see how he was just an alpha struggling to do

Selene murmurs. But he is not the one who stirs your

No, he isn't.

been in my corner from the first moment we met. Someone who's willing to help me, to talk to me,

aside from Lisa, who—despite being my best friend—doesn't

Elkins, who didn't know who I was. And

anything in return. I'm weak to that. I see that now,

those who care for

worries me. I'm going to need to be smarter in the future. Make sure I'm not trusting the

thought that maybe Sister Miriam isn't the best person to trust. Or maybe that Magister Orion isn't the best choice of teacher. Maybe being here in the Fae Ward itself is nothing

our bond to soothe my ragged

Right.

The magic.

deep breath, I purge my head as best as

I reach for it, it's like hitting a wall. I push

need to open doesn't feel right. I tug at an imaginary handle, knock on its surface, even try to kick it down in

Nothing.

My shoulders slump.

arms and legs shake with exhaustion, just like they did after I accessed the fire magic. But

flickering flame. Just the trembling

me with its stillness. I want to crumple it

pointless," I mutter, more to myself than to Selene. "Maybe I'm

you can force. It's about finding the right flow,

grumble. "You're not the one sitting

the one watching you act like one, she retorts, but there's no real bite

the tension easing from my shoulders as I let

another deep breath, trying to shake off the frustration. Vanessa is still and silent in her corner, and I can't even feel her gaze on me. She's probably looking anywhere

I'm

it again, maybe I'm approaching this all wrong. Fire came to me in a

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