Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 270

Chapter 270 Lisa: Bracelet

LISA

I blink rapidly, my mind struggling to process what's happening.

The glint of the bracelet the Grand Sage slapped onto my wrist catches my eye. Could it be some kind of cloaking device? He does love his magitech. It would make sense that it has multiple uses.

Ryder steps forward, his brow furrowed as he looks at all of us.

He can see me, but it's like he doesn't really notice me.

Worry is etched into every line of his face. "Dr. Blackwell," he says, sounding relieved. "We're having problems with our phones."

"Yes, so I was informed." The Grand Sage looks at all the wolves with interest. "Shall we go inside? I'm going to need everyone's devices in order to check on the situation."

"Of course." Ryder snaps his fingers at the other wolves, who follow behind us without a word. Everyone seems on edge, shoulders tense and eyes wary.

As we step into the farmhouse, the sight before me steals my breath. Injured shifters lie scattered across the floor, their bodies arranged on blankets in a makeshift triage. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, leaving me nauseated.

Two women I don't recognize flit between the injured, their hands steady as they tend to wounds. Their faces are grim, etched with determination and exhaustion. I'm rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of suffering before me.

the mess, Dr. Blackwell. We're still setting up after

volumes. This wasn't a planned withdrawal; it was a

Sage—Dr. Blackwell now, I remind myself—waves off the apology. "No need for that. We're

eyes narrow slightly. "Speaking of which, how did you get here?

small smile playing at the corners of

kitchen table, pulling out his

her pocket and places her phone on the table. Mia, however, hesitates. Her red hair seems to bristle with suspicion as she

can trust him?" Mia demands, her voice sharp with fear and frustration. "We

voice low and

voice is palpable, and I find myself shrinking back instinctively. Mia's shoulders slump in defeat, and she reluctantly places her phone on the

"You three will be fine for now," he says, his voice soothing. "I'll look into the problem and

speaks, his eyes meet mine for a brief moment. There's a glimmer of something there—reassurance, perhaps, or maybe a warning. I can't quite tell, and it does nothing to settle the unease churning in my

in the tense faces of the wolves. They're injured, cut off from communication, and now relying on the help of a

isn't who he claims

really hope shit doesn't

Grand Sage examines the phones, I drift toward one woman tending to the injured. She looks

help?" I ask, my

"Start with him," she says, gesturing to a young man with a nasty gash on his arm. "Clean the wound, then wrap

the injured shifter, my hands shaking slightly

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