Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Ava: Wrung Dry

By the time we exit the training room, Vanessa and Marcus have to hold me up to walk in a straight line.

It isn't the type of exhaustion where my muscles are sore and stretched and tired after running or doing a thousand squats. It's more like the energy in my body has bled away, leaving me so weak that my muscles can no longer function properly.

When exercising, you can kind of feel good about your exertion. The pain and exhaustion comes with a sense of accomplishment.

This?

It just feels like I'm a wet dish rag wrung out one too many times.

The water's gone, and now I'm going to float away on the next strong breeze.

Ava! Where did you go?

Selene's panic is so explosive in my head that my legs buckle, even with the support of two shifters.

Long story. Training room. Magic place. My body's dead. Training sucks.

Even in my head, I can only speak in short sentences. It feels fuzzy and also like something's slamming into it with a sledgehammer, fueled by the rage of a thousand flying monkeys.

Not sure where the flying monkeys came from, but I'm just going to go with it.

Are you okay? she asks, and the warmth and care from her side of the bond also seems to infuse me with a little bit of extra energy.

they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about me. I need food. And sleep, I tell her. Maybe not in that

peering at my

jerks up. "What?

You just looked

looks like that," Vanessa says, sounding

despite

experience," I mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove the both of them

way too comfortable making fun of me for such

is unique, indeed. If I had the time, I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey, to have a wolf outside of your body, like the Lycans of old. And yet she's a mere dog. How

microscope, Selene says, and

his line of interest, because she interrupts him to ask, "Why do you call her by

we talk. "It is a bit of a custom among the Fae. We don't have a first and

wouldn't it be a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle me into a chair. With a wave of his hand, Magister Orion manifests into creation several

ones we are used to in our world; for example, their steaks might be from a giant carnivorous beast that

and—most importantly—have no

when I brought it up, but I haven't told him the entire story of Sister Miriam and the Fae food. I'm still not certain on the

when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before and enjoyed; I'm not blind to the kindness that Magister

how

Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned, they remain true to their own sense of

There's no way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like

his question makes

self is not tied to our family,"

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