Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Ava: Clear Her Mind

My phone rings, and I nearly leap out of bed to reach for it.

Marcus grabs it as I fall into an unceremonious tangle of blankets and legs on the floor, staring at me with an impassive face that hides his amusement.

I know he's laughing inside, because there are little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his jaw's a little tenser than normal, as if holding back laughter.

"Unknown number," he reports, handing it to me.

Damn. Not Lucas.

Then again, maybe it is.

I answer eagerly, before I'm free of the mess I've created. "Hello?"

"Is this Alpha Westwood's mate?" The voice is soft and feminine, her words coming out in a rush.

I don't recognize it. "Yes. Who is this?"

"You must return to the pack, or everyone will be slaughtered." The woman's voice trembles, urgency lacing every breathy word. "You can't trust the Fae."

My heart leaps into my throat. The room spins, and I grip the phone tighter, its edges cutting into my fingers. "What? Who is this? What's happening?"

"There's no time to explain. Just come back as soon as you can. We need you."

"But who's in danger? What's going on?" My voice rises, panic seeping into every syllable.

"Everyone. Or else Alpha—"

The line goes dead.

"Hello? Hello!" I shout into the phone, but there's nothing but silence.

Marcus snatches it out of my hands, hands tapping at the screen. "Can't dial back."

No surprise there; the number didn't even show up. I struggle out of the tangle of blankets trapping my legs. "We need to go back. Everyone's in danger."

He frowns. "Ava, calm down. Sit, first."

"I can't calm down. Lucas—"

He shoves a hand over my mouth, shoving me back until my knees hit the bed.

at him over the edge

in as his eyes bore into

pounds like crazy. It's a war drum, each beat reverberating through my body. The rush of blood in my ears wants to drown out the world, but I force myself to focus on

Narrow

about

mouth is covered, so I close my eyes and breathe through my nose, drawing oxygen into my lungs and stretching them as far as I can bear, before releasing it all in a single measured breath. One. Two. Three. I count each inhale and exhale, willing my racing

His hand drops from my mouth as he takes a

helps me feel less trapped by the panic fluttering in

than I feel inside. "What

trust random phone calls.

and the pack really are in danger? We can't

you're worried. But we need to be smart about this. You can't

"—or worse."

Of course he's

on impulse and instinct, and I don't

breath, ignoring how small I feel when I realize how much I'm

take a moment to

course I can just ask Marcus what to do, but there's a

my job,

Ava. Strange phone call, vague statements,

Wait.

did this phone call get through? We're in the Fae Ward. It shouldn't have gotten through to us. It can't be a

how bunched up they were.

calm encouragement in his voice makes it feel like we're in a classroom, and I'm responding to a teacher's

as it is, it helps

if I was Alpha Westwood's mate. She didn't

nods. "Good. Keep

Luna?" That's what the other wolves do, when they find out I'm his mate.

strange," he agrees.

"She said I can't

Another nod.

Westwood knows I'm with the Fae. Only

very few know I'm

"Exactly."

has my back straightening and my chin lifting with a sense

else that strikes you from

the middle of talking about Lucas…" My voice trails off.

disgust. "Just call him Renard. He is no

Ah.

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