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

peering at my

up. "What?

You

looks like that," Vanessa says,

nods, despite his

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

ass. They're 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

he's going to slice me open and look at me under a microscope, Selene says, and I can feel her internal shudder from my

"Why do you call her by her full

we talk. "It is a bit of a custom among the Fae. We don't have a first and last name as you humans do, you see. We do have a family

it's a family name, 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

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

and—most importantly—have

I'm still not certain on the allegiances of people in this

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

how exhausted I

my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned,

stab of pain shoots through my heart, interrupting its normal rhythm for a moment. There's no way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put

his question

self is not tied to our family," I murmur, feeling my

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