Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 266

Chapter 266 Ava: Cottage

There's a tiny cottage a few buildings away, with familiar faces guarding the entrance. Their eyes barely flick in my direction as Kellan brings me inside, reminding me I still have a long way to go in order to gain affection from this pack.

After being in the Fae Ward, I'd almost forgotten how few of even my own guards actually like me.

Most of them are tolerant. Loyal enough, but I wonder now if they would have sacrificed everything to keep me safe when the attacks happened.

Marcus would have. I don't doubt that. I've seen his dedication.

No. No point doubting them. That's no way to start a friendly relationship.

Shaking off the depressed thoughts edging in, I look around the interior, pleasantly surprised once again.

These buildings all look rustic and old from the outside, but inside, they're clean, fresh, and modern, with bright walls and glossy black trim. It only has one bedroom, a tiny bathroom with a stand-up shower, and a tiny kitchen. Two armchairs face a window. No TV or other electronics.

"Where's Selene?" Since I can't see Lucas, I may as well focus on other important things.

"I'm not sure. That's a question you'd have to ask Sister Miriam. Once she stops by, I'll let her know you're here." Kellan checks the fridge. "There's no food, but I'll bring some over."

"I'm okay tonight," I say quickly, not wanting him to work any harder. My stomach grumbles, immediately revealing the lie for what it is.

"I'll get you something," he says firmly, walking away before I can argue.

While he's gone, I explore the tiny house a little more closely. There's no dust. The air isn't stale. It's been freshly cleaned, and the bedsheets and comforter don't sport a single wrinkle.

Squishing down on one of the pillows, I watch it bounce back. Fluffy pillows. I like fluffy pillows. I need two of them under my head and if I'm really fancy, a third for between my knees. When I lived with my parents, I had a single pillow that was as flat as a pancake. Nothing like these.

Scratching at my arms, I peek through the cabinets of the bathroom. Women's sanitary supplies under the toilet, different styles. Good call; I'm due for my period soon.

me before we got here because we were coming to Lucas. Now, I'm

last dose is still

I rake my nails over it, scratching frantically. It's like a thousand tiny itches merged

after leaving the

sorry. I didn't make

it's definitely someone flipping a table in

can't stop moving, can't stop scratching. My skin crawls, refusing to be soothed no matter

hundredth time. My

string inside of me twitches and tugs, reminding

Kellan's still not back.

one of the armchairs, I toe off my shoes and cross my legs, taking a deep breath as I

push it all away, focusing on that strange, new connection I felt with the book. It's like a gossamer thread, barely there, but I can sense

Breathe in. Breathe out.

that elusive feeling. It's like chasing smoke, but I persist. The world fades away, and I feel myself getting closer,

The door creaks open.

the sigh that escapes my lips as I turn to see Kellan entering, his arms laden with

you?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing as he takes

was just meditating. Lost my

instead moving to the tiny

brought some other stuff too," he says, tossing a few items

on cue, my stomach growls. I hadn't realized how famished I

about a sandwich?" he offers, already

thoughtfulness. As he prepares the food, I try to ignore the crawling sensation under my skin. The itch has returned full force, and

brings back unwelcome memories of Todd Mason, his

myself to chew and swallow. It's not bad. It's actually really good—he's mixed

expression unreadable. When I'm finished, he takes the

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