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.

so I shelve them for now.

she even enters the room. Selene, who's been rolling around on the floor, suddenly

her appearance. Gone are the vintage dresses

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

polite. Her red eyes lock onto mine. "Is there

at Vanessa and Marcus, whose faces are blank, I launch into

Miriam, is the city at

Her eyes widen, and she takes an involuntary step forward, so intense that it steals my breath away for a moment as her eyes darken and her usual composure

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

her eyes dart around the

never seen

She knows something.

rogue attacks on my pack," I explain, the words tumbling out in a

watching our exchange instead of working on her papers. "What's going on?"

form quivering. "I don't know

gnome. After a few seconds, she must decide that she believes her, because she barks out orders. "Find out what's happening and

Miriam's fingers, Layla vanishes into thin air. I blink, startled by the

radiating from her every movement. She's

pack in danger. Why is

you call for me?" she asks, her voice tight. "I'm sure there's a

run recon, try to establish a connection with our pack," he explains, gesturing to my husky. "But she'd

features. It's the most open display of emotion I've ever seen from her. For

that isn't obvious. But it isn't at us. She has murderous intent toward someone,

lets out a long sigh. "Fine," she says, the word sounding as if it's been dragged out of her.

everything you know," she demands. "Every detail, no matter how small. For attacks to occur without my knowledge means that someone is tampering in my information

grim words only cement the foreboding

slightly as she looks at Selene.

of wolves or

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