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.

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 cares about me. I need food. And sleep, I tell her. Maybe not

contact," Magister Orion says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt to speak with your

head jerks up. "What?

sorry. You just looked so

looks like that,"

despite

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

way too comfortable making fun of me for such a

have with your wolves is unique, indeed. If I had the time, I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you,

at me under a microscope, Selene says, and

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

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

frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help

that Fae food doesn't always have a particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to

importantly—have no magic

him the entire story of Sister Miriam and the Fae food. I'm still not certain on the allegiances of people

food without being asked, and I give her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before and enjoyed; I'm not

how exhausted I

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 is disowned, they remain true to their own sense of self,

rhythm for a moment. There's no way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel

his question makes

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

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