Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 240

Chapter 240 Ava: Sister Miriam is Angry

Two hours later, we're back in Sister Miriam's strange mansion, just outside of the Fae Ward.

We all try calling people again, but nothing but voicemails answer us.

Selene rolls against the cool floor, groaning in relief. So much easier to breathe here. Pity. I do like it there.

"Sorry." Watching her writhe around to soothe her itchy skin gives me something to do while we wait for Sister Miriam's arrival.

Layla is back, hunched over a pile of papers she dragged with her, marking through various papers with terrifying efficiency. I'm not even sure if she's reading what's on the pages. Just flip, sign, flip, flip, sign.

Every so often she sets one to the side after writing REJECTED in large letters at the top of the page.

"Their language is fascinating," Vanessa murmurs, also watching the gnome work.

"Language?" Startled, I glance at the healer. "She hasn't said a word."

Our whispers echo through the room. It's impossible for Layla not to hear everything we're saying, yet we continue to whisper.

"Her writing," she corrects me. "Those letters—you called them runes?—are so interesting. She writes them so quickly, but they're so intricate and detailed."

Glancing at the papers again, I squint my eyes.

It takes a while for me to realize that Layla is, in fact, writing in the strange language of theirs, and not in English.

That can't be possible. I'm reading everything she's writing with such ease, as though it were already in English. How?

Affinity, Selene explains with a yawn. You've accessed your magic. You've gained an understanding of the language it encompasses.

How is that possible? Unlock magic and an entire language just appears in your head?

Precisely.

Magister Orion a few questions if he was here, but he's not, so I shelve them for now. It's a strange thing, but not nearly as important

even enters the room. Selene, who's been rolling

Sister Miriam steps into view. I blink, taken aback by her appearance. Gone are the vintage dresses I've grown accustomed to seeing her

Miriam-like that for a moment, I wonder if this is some sort of

Her red eyes lock onto mine. "Is there

reveal? I'm not sure. Glancing at Vanessa and Marcus, whose faces are blank, I launch into a

city at

that it steals my breath away for a moment as her eyes darken and her usual composure

ask such a question?" she demands, her voice sharp with intensity. Then, as if catching herself, she quickly adds, "I've heard

around the room as if searching for

seen her

She knows something.

the words tumbling out in a rush. "And I can't

on

small form quivering. "I don't know of anything, I

that she believes her, because she barks out orders. "Find out

of Sister Miriam's fingers, Layla vanishes into thin air. I blink,

every movement. She's almost shaking with anger, but it makes no

in danger. Why is she

did you call for me?" she asks, her voice tight.

recon, try to establish a connection with our pack,"

the blatant dislike that twists her features. It's the most open display of emotion I've ever seen from her. For a long

it isn't at us.

the word sounding as if it's been dragged out of

"Every detail, no matter how small. For attacks to occur

words only cement the foreboding in my

gaze softening slightly as she

begins, her voice measured, "operates independently of wolves or the city. These are individuals loyal only to

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