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.

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 that

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

head jerks up. "What?

sorry. You just looked

always looks like that," Vanessa says, sounding

despite

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

comfortable making

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

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

to ask, "Why do you call her

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 name, but it isn't

be a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle me

food doesn't always have a particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to in our world; for example, their steaks might

importantly—have no magic in

of Sister Miriam and the Fae food. I'm 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

her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food

how exhausted

finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned, they remain

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 on display for a moment, a spotlight aimed right at all my

his question makes

tied to our family," I murmur, feeling my heart

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