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.

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

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

jerks up. "What?

sorry. You just looked so

that," Vanessa says, sounding

despite

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

ass. They're way too comfortable making fun of me for such a lowly

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,

microscope,

"Why do you call her

Magister Orion ushers 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. We do have

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 creation several plates of

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.

delicious and—most importantly—have no magic

at the possibility when 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

Everything on the table is food I've had before and enjoyed; I'm not blind to the kindness that Magister Orion

realizes how exhausted

plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined

talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put on display for a moment, a spotlight aimed right at

question makes

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

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