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

now, I remind myself—waves off the apology. "No need for

of which, how did you get here? Our communications have been down, and

Sage merely clears his throat, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, well, that's a

pulling out his phone. "Well, whatever

and places her phone on the table. Mia,

trust him?" Mia demands, her voice sharp with fear and frustration. "We don't even know this guy, and now we're just handing over our

voice low and threatening.

in his voice is palpable, and I find myself shrinking back instinctively. Mia's shoulders

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

something there—reassurance, perhaps, or maybe a warning. I can't quite tell,

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

who he claims

hope shit doesn't hit

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

I ask, my voice barely above a

nods gratefully, handing me a roll of bandages. "Start with him," she says, gesturing to a

the injured shifter, my hands shaking slightly as

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