Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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.

warmth and affection in my heart that's brought about with a few simple words and encouragement is a little scary. It reminds me a little of how I'd begun to feel a

but enough to recognize that he didn't exactly have any sinister designs to throw me back to my pack or anything—I can see how he was just an alpha struggling to do the right thing, and maybe a little too clouded by

is not the one who stirs

No, he isn't.

same ones I feel toward Vanessa, who's been in my corner from the first moment we met. Someone who's

Lucas, who's bonded to me. And aside from Lisa, who—despite being my best friend—doesn't understand

didn't know who I was. And it's different from Selene, who's another

in return. I'm weak to that.

wrong in appreciating those who care for you,

worries me. I'm going to need to be smarter in the future. Make sure I'm not trusting the wrong people, all because

feel my heart ache at 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

her coming through our bond to soothe my ragged mind. You're going through everything you can to avoid what's

Right.

The magic.

I purge my head as best as I can, turning my

but when I reach for it, it's like hitting a wall. I push against it, trying to find

before. I managed it before, why not now? Visualizing the magic as a door that I need to open doesn't feel right. I

Nothing.

My shoulders slump.

this invisible barrier now, too exhausted to keep fighting. My arms and legs shake with exhaustion, just like they did after I accessed the fire magic. But this

Just the trembling of overexerted muscles and the bitter

rune sits there, mocking me with its stillness. I want to crumple

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

you

you to say," I grumble. "You're not the one sitting here feeling like an

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

curve, some of the tension easing from my shoulders as

frustration. Vanessa is still and silent in her corner, and I can't even feel her gaze on me. She's probably looking anywhere except at me, knowing

than ever, I'm

through it again, maybe I'm approaching this all wrong. Fire came to me in a moment of intense emotion, a vivid memory. What do I associate