Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 248 Ava: Fever Dreams

"How would he know?"

Vanessa shrugs. "They've been around for a long time. I guess the Fae go into heat, too."

Flopping onto my back, I groan at her words. "Fae aren't shifters."

"From what he says, the biological heat is the same, and the suppressants will work. All we can do is try." She checks my temperature, clicking her tongue. "It's down, but you still have a fever."

With all the sweat trickling down just about every part of my body, I'm surprised. I thought the fever already broke. "When will Magister Orion be back?"

"Soon, I hope."

"So am I sick, or just going into heat?" I squint at Vanessa, the dim light of the room enough to burn my eyes. "Because let me tell you, if I'm going to be miserable every time, I think I might just want my uterus taken out."

She laughs softly. "You might be sick. Magister Orion thinks it might be from your increase in power. Something about backlash overwhelming the body."

Selene mentioned that I go into heat in order to gain power, or something like that before. I still don't know the exact details, but it makes sense, I suppose.

"How long do I have before I go into heat?" No matter how hard I try to think back, I can't remember how long it was between meeting Selene and wearing the necklace.

She sighs. "I have no idea. You're an unusual case in every possible way. The sooner we get the suppressants, the better it will be. For it to be already affecting Marcus when you have no other signs of heat is almost unheard of."

This blasted heat is the stupidest thing I've ever had to endure.

"Do me a favor and knock me unconscious if you can't suppress it. I don't want to repeat past mistakes."

Leaning forward, Vanessa flicks my forehead. "Don't borrow trouble before it comes, Ava. Get some rest."

* * *

barren forest. Snow glistens, but isn't cold against my bare feet. Despite being the

be a dream, because

eerie glow, turning skeletal trees into

there's

from fear. This place, for all its desolation, doesn't feel threatening. It's more like walking through a graveyard—solemn

the crunch of my footsteps and the

that seem to move and dance at the edge of my vision. But when I turn to look, nothing's

trees and

into its heart. I lose track

must have passed, but my muscles

this forest goes on forever, I see a break in

My pace quickens.

step into a clearing, and my breath catches in

center, defying all logic and reason,

I've ever seen. The petals are gorgeous in color—deep purples fading to brilliant blues, edged with a shimmer of gold.

gently, though there's no breeze

the forest, this burst of color and

to it, my feet moving of their own

hurts to look at. Tiny droplets of dew

magic. Nothing like

maybe it's some fantastical Fae

wanting to touch it, driven by a need deep within that urges

"Ava."

I'd know that voice