Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 267

Chapter 267 Lisa: Waking to War

A tiny hand shakes me awake with incongruous force, something I'd attribute to King Kong and not the gnomes who've been sheltering me and teaching me about magitech since my escape.

Groaning, I pull my blanket over my head. I'm too tired. "Go away."

"Wake, wake, lazy girl! The war has come!"

The wizened old housekeeper—it has to be her, because no one else treats me like an unruly pig—yanks my covers off and slaps at my legs. "Hurry up, or die here alone!"

War?

Die?

My brain isn't functioning yet, but I stumble out of bed as she throws some clothes at me. "Dress! Hurry! Boots too!" Those are tossed at my feet, bruising my pinky toe in a way that has me hissing and hopping on one foot. "No time, you lazy girl! Get moving!"

Uncertain of what's going on but recognizing that her anxiety level is sky high, I throw on a clean shirt and jeans that they must have sourced from humans. Too bad they didn't bring a bra, too.

But at least there's socks.

Shoving my feet into them, the gnarled woman shoves at me until I fall onto my ass on the bed. "Put this on," she snaps, throwing a coat at me.

"Okay, okay. Hold on. You haven't even explained what's happening!"

"War!" she snaps. "Hurry!"

Despite her gruff demeanor, she kneels to shove my boots on as I shrug on the coat, two sizes too big and—I double check what I'm feeling strapped in some hidden pockets—armed. With knives.

In fact, they seem to fit the term dagger more than knife.

Hurry, hurry. The

place. He's some sort of high-falutin' to-do in the gnome community. They don't explain a lot, but

gnome—Elverly is her name, but I'm not allowed to call her

real title, but

"Mistress Keeper, I don't—"

then shut your face," she hisses. "This isn't the

tiny terror has no qualms about doling out

me. After perusing a map for hours on end, I the layout etched

of comfort at the moment, as I'm dragged through the halls in the middle of

shakes the entire structure. The floor bucks beneath my feet, and I stumble, my heart leaping into my throat. Elverly's iron grip

gravelly

put in a surprising amount

shouts and screams, the kind that chill your blood

War.

in my head, taking on a horrifying new meaning. I'd thought she meant some

Not a war here.

Not a war now.

into me as we careen down a flight of stairs. The basement. We're heading

what he calls the "safe room." The door swings open, revealing a

his usual calm demeanor cracking under the

locks the door behind us. The room comes alive, whirring and clicking. Panels shift, mechanisms engage, and the space around us shrinks. It's like being inside a giant, mechanical Rubik's cube as it solves

can barely sit. Standing is out of the question, and moving? Forget about it. I'm wedged between Elverly and the Grand Sage, my knees drawn up to

all breathe into this tiny space, sharing the mingled scents of oil, metal, and

a new thing, ever since my

whisper, unable to keep silent any

filled with weariness and resignation. "War has come to our doorstep, child. Those unhappy

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