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.

after they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about

says, peering at my face. "Does it

"What? No. Why do you

I'm sorry. You just looked

always looks like that," Vanessa says,

despite

mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove the both

too comfortable making fun

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

look at me under a microscope, Selene says, and I can feel her internal shudder from my end of

with his line of interest, because she interrupts him to ask, "Why do you call her by her full name? You almost always call

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

frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle

that Fae food doesn't always have a particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to in our world; for example, their steaks might be from a giant carnivorous beast that they hunt, or an herbivore similar to a cow. Some of them

all delicious and—most importantly—have no

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 allegiances of people in this city, and I'm hesitant to get Sister Miriam in trouble for possibly going outside of some sort of

my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before and enjoyed; I'm not blind

realizes how

is not defined

a moment. There's no way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put on display for a moment, a spotlight

question makes

of self is not tied to our

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