Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 262 Ava: Cassiopeia

"Are you okay?" Vanessa asks, grabbing my arm and inspecting the welts I've given myself.

"Just crazy itchy. Ever since I connected with the book, it's like energy is just buzzing right below my skin. Like a million ants at a dance party."

She frowns. "I wish I knew more about magic and its side effects. I hate not knowing if these things are normal."

"No kidding." Pulling my arm away, I scratch at it again.

Marcus's voice cuts through the night air. "Time's up. Let's move. Ava, come up front this time."

I climb into the passenger seat, grateful for the change. At least I can stretch out my legs a little. The cracked leather beneath me is hard and pokey, but it's still an improvement.

Vanessa takes the back, and I can feel her watchful gaze on me even in the darkness.

The truck rumbles to life, and we're back on the road. I lean my head against the cool glass of the window, my eyes searching the sky. The stars are bright out here, away from the city lights. It's been so long since I've really looked at them.

My fingers find their way to my neck, scratching at the persistent itch that's taken up residence there. I try to focus on the constellations, searching for familiar patterns in the vast expanse above.

There's Orion's Belt, three stars in a perfect line. I remember learning about it as a kid, fascinated by the idea of hunters in the sky. Now, it feels like we're the ones being hunted, even when no one knows where we are.

The Big Dipper comes into view, its ladle shape unmistakable. I trace it with my eyes, following the line to the North Star. It's supposed to be a guide, a constant in a chaotic world. Right now, I could use some of that stability.

My mind wanders to Lucas, wondering if he's looking at these same stars from his hospital bed. The thought sends a pang through my chest, sharper than any physical pain.

I hope he's okay.

hope he knows

distance between us is shrinking. It feels

itch becoming more insistent. It's like my body is trying to crawl out of itself, restless

wonder if this is how Lucas feels when

soft but firm from the back seat. "Try not

urge is almost overwhelming. Instead, I press my palms flat against my thighs, focusing on the

other constellation I really know: The constellation Cassiopeia, its distinctive W shape

sometimes right-side up, sometimes upside down. I wonder if the gods who put her there knew how apt a metaphor it would be for

Feels like me.

that's settled over us. "How

stars to look at him. His eyes are fixed on the road ahead, but I

about the fate of the world and worrying that we won't find Lucas where he's supposed to be? That I feel like something else crazy is about

"Good. We should be there soon. Just hang in

fingers twitch, wanting to scratch again. I curl them into fists instead, nails digging into my palms. The pain is a

is awake?" The question slips out before I can stop it, my voice sounding small and uncertain in the confines

Vanessa says gently from the back. "He's probably resting.

sleeping. What time is it now? Midnight?

myself, I think about the magic thrumming through my veins, the power that seems to have a mind of its own. Is it like starlight, traveling vast distances to reach its vessel—me? Or is it more like a

a chunk of the world with

you know, it's magic, and can't

at my neck again, nails scraping against skin. I

she says, her voice a mixture of concern and exasperation. "You need to try to