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.

through my shock. "I apologize for the mess, Dr. Blackwell. We're still setting

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

myself—waves off the apology. "No need

get here? Our communications have been

clears his throat, a small smile playing at the

the issue. Instead, he leads us to a battered kitchen table, pulling out his phone. "Well, whatever your methods, we're glad you're here.

reaches into her pocket and places her phone on the table. Mia, however,

with fear and frustration. "We don't even know this guy, and now we're just handing over our only means of

"Mia," he growls, his voice low and threatening. "Do as

back instinctively. Mia's shoulders slump in defeat, and she reluctantly places her phone on the table

"You three will be fine for now," he says, his

brief moment. There's a glimmer of something there—reassurance, perhaps, or

room, taking in the tense faces of the wolves. They're injured, cut off from communication, and

stranger who isn't who he claims

shit doesn't hit

to the injured. She looks up as I approach, her eyes tired but

I help?" I ask, my voice barely above

says, gesturing to a young man with a nasty

kneel beside the injured shifter, my hands

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