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.

middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about

re-established contact," Magister Orion says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt

up. "What? No. Why

sorry. You just looked so

looks like that,"

despite his

years of experience," I mutter, wishing I had the strength

comfortable making

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

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

do you call her by her full

us to 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 humans do, you see.

it's a family name, wouldn't it be a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help

here 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

all delicious and—most importantly—have no magic in them

haven't told him the entire story of Sister Miriam and the Fae food. I'm still not certain on

I give her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table

how exhausted I

"Your identity is not defined by your family. Even

way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel

question makes

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

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