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.

makes me feel a little better. Like having a parent who's panicked after they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who

peering at my face. "Does it hurt to

up. "What? No. Why

You just looked

that," Vanessa says, sounding

nods, despite

for not having years of experience," I mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove

way too comfortable making fun of me

yes. This bond you have with your wolves 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

open and look at me under a microscope, Selene says, and

his line of interest, because she interrupts him to ask, "Why do

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

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

a lot of different cuts of meat. I've learned since coming here that Fae food doesn't always have a particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to in our world;

importantly—have no magic

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 law against tampering with

on the table is food I've had

how exhausted I

meat slices and various vegetables onto my plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one

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

his question makes

tied to our family," I murmur, feeling my

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