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."

* * *

beneath my feet as I trudge through a barren forest. Snow glistens, but isn't cold against my bare feet. Despite being the dead of winter, the

be a dream, because I'm

eerie glow, turning skeletal

winter, there should be evergreens. But here, there's nothing. No pines, no

my spine, but it's not from fear. This place, for all its desolation, doesn't feel threatening. It's more like

the crunch of my footsteps and the whisper

my eyes, casting shadows that seem to move and

bare trees and

through the forest, leading me deeper into its

must have passed, but my muscles don't

if this forest goes on forever, I see a

My pace quickens.

step into a clearing, and my breath catches in

all logic and reason, is a single

brilliant blues, edged with a shimmer

there's no breeze I

monotony of the forest, this burst of color and life is almost painful, a reminder of what's missing

my feet moving of their

vibrant green, so bright it almost hurts to look at. Tiny droplets of dew cling to the petals, catching the moonlight and scattering it

to be magic. Nothing like

it's some

touch it, driven by

"Ava."

shattered. I'd