Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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.

shock. "I apologize for the mess,

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

apology. "No need for that. We're here to

nods, but his eyes narrow slightly. "Speaking of which, how did you get here? Our communications have been down, and we've had scouts watching the

a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, well, that's a trade secret, I'm afraid. Proprietary technology

convinced, but he doesn't press 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. This is my phone. Mia, Chloe, hand yours

with striking green eyes, immediately reaches into her pocket and places her phone on the table. Mia,

do we know we can trust him?" Mia demands, her voice sharp with fear and frustration. "We don't even know this guy, and

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

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

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

perhaps, or maybe a warning. I can't quite tell, and it does nothing to settle the

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

who he claims

shit doesn't hit

phones, I drift toward one woman tending to

help?" I ask, my voice barely

nods gratefully, handing me a roll of bandages. "Start with him," she says, gesturing to a young man with a nasty gash on his arm.

kneel beside the injured shifter, my hands shaking