Chapter 259 Ava: Going to Lucas

No shit.

I could have told him that; in so many ways, wolf packs are far behind their human counterparts. Even the humans have run little news clips on these things. Especially the rates of sexual assault on women, or wolf-on-wolf violence.

"How do you know this?" Vanessa asks suspiciously. "You said communication has been disrupted."

"Not all communication. Only those relying on human technology."

"Then shouldn't you know more about what's happening in the world?" I frown at the inconsistency.

"If I had people to communicate with, I would know. I don't, so I am as lost as you are, witchling. Here. A map." Acarus tosses a rolled up paper to Marcus.

For some reason, I expected something old and antique, with yellowed paper and jagged edges.

This is more like a smooth poster banner, neatly rolled up. A modern map.

Of course it is. Why would I think otherwise?

Distracted by thoughts of Lisa, I tune them out as they discuss routes and nearby cities. Ever since I decided to become a proper Luna, I've avoided thinking about her, leaving me with an icky feeling that I'm a terrible friend.

It's like no matter what, every decision feels wrong.

But every time I go down that road, I'm told I'm wallowing.

There's a huge part of me that still thinks I should have gone my own way and saved Lisa. Of course there is. Who wouldn't want to tell the world to fuck off and save their best friend?

But her safety came out of luck; not from the effort I put into it. Not even from the efforts of Lucas' pack.

It adds to that guilt rolling around in my soul.

Thinking about Lisa and the time after her kidnapping has my mind wandering down the dark days of not knowing anything, until Sister Miriam—

"Wait a second. Acarus, maybe you can answer this question."

"Yes?" He pauses mid-sentence to look toward me. "What is it?"

mother able to stop

He stares.

One second.

Two.

Vanessa

the words

it out when she

turns his attention back to the map. "Keep such thoughts to yourself, Ava Grey. There are certain talents people would kill to

I know the feeling

me, but

day. If it's a secret Sister Miriam keeps in order to

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us a

can even get us to the place marked on the map, and Vanessa holds onto the door for dear life as we bounce our

goes where his mother tells him

He's a strange person.

through the back roads, avoiding major highways. If we took one,

with how the world is burning,

asleep after a while, because Vanessa shakes me awake by the shoulder. I'm in the backseat, which is basically a tiny

the window. It's dark. Lots of stars in the sky, telling us we're far from any large human city. No light pollution

about three-quarters full. A piece of my soul

dancing. "He can't respond, but I told him we are on the

something within me, and I close

still can't feel Selene; there's only vast emptiness

a faint tugging in my chest, not quite painful, but a definite

Well, not him, but

smile. "That's wonderful, Ava. It means he's okay. It would probably hurt if he wasn't. Though…" Her brows

feels like a lifeline, a tether connecting me to Lucas across the miles that separate us, and buoys my wearied

on a thoughtful tone, "considering everything that's happened,

and I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. "What

your connection would be stronger. You'd be able to sense each other more clearly, communicate better. In times like these, that could make all the difference. And with

level of communication might be the edge we need in

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