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.

shelve them for now. It's a strange thing, but not nearly as important as

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

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

us, her tone cool and polite. Her red eyes

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

city at

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

catching herself, she

eyes dart around the room as

never seen her

She knows something.

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

Layla, who's been watching our exchange instead of working on her papers. "What's going on?" she demands, her tone sharp and bordering

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

she must decide that she believes her, because she barks out orders. "Find out what's happening and see if Alpha Renard and his brood are still in

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

Miriam turns back to me, tension radiating from her every movement. She's almost

pack in danger. Why is

me?" she asks, her voice tight. "I'm sure

forward. "Selene wants to run recon, try to establish a connection with our pack," he explains, gesturing

falls on Selene, and I'm shocked by the blatant dislike that twists her features. It's the most open display of emotion I've ever seen from her. For a long moment, she just glares

upset, Selene observes, like that isn't obvious. But it isn't at us. She

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

small. For attacks to occur without my knowledge

cement the foreboding

the tense silence, her gaze softening slightly as she looks at Selene. The change in her demeanor is subtle, but

"operates independently of wolves or the city. These

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