Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Ava: Self-Care

"Ava?"

My eyes snap open, heart racing as I jolt upright in the armchair. Kellan's face swims into focus, his brows pulled together with concern. For a moment, I'm disoriented, the remnants of a dream clinging to the edges of my consciousness.

"I... what happened?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes. The cottage comes into focus around me, and I remember where I am.

Fell asleep on the armchair while meditating. Oops.

Kellan crouches beside me, his voice low. "You fell asleep here. Are you okay?"

My neck is stiff from the awkward position. Rolling my shoulders, I try to work out the kink. "How long was I out?"

"If you went to bed as soon as I left, it's been about four hours."

I guess that's fine. Daylight is streaming through the windows, so I hop out of the chair with excitement. "Can we see Lucas?"

Kellan holds up a hand. "Whoa, slow down. Visiting hours don't start for a couple more hours. I brought you some clothes and breakfast." He jerks a finger behind him at the table. "Figured you'd want a shower and to get…" He waves his hands vaguely over his body. "Presentable."

Oh.

That's a good idea, too.

"Thanks."

pat, he adds, "Don't forget to eat. I have a few things to do, but

"Got it."

* * *

The shower is amazing.

Soap. Shampoo and conditioner that smell

large and hang off my frame like I'm a hobo, but

were horrific, but a lot of yanking and a sore scalp later, my blonde tresses hang free and wild with

Oh, well.

fills my nostrils, but my appetite is nowhere to be found. Sitting at the small table by the window, I

stomach is fluttering, making it hard to even think about

far as the eye can see. In the light of dawn, it's

Peaceful.

Serene.

like the

Lucas.

sends a sharp pain through my chest. I take a sip of coffee, hoping the bitter liquid will ground

he doesn't remember me at all? What if the bond we share means nothing to him now? If the wolves can't seem to connect with him

questions swirl in my mind, each one more terrifying than the

to take a bite of the sandwich, knowing I'll need my strength for whatever comes next. The flavors barely register

sounds of training or daily life. It's as if the entire world

in the middle

abstract patterns that remind me of the runes I've been studying. Magic. Another complication in an already complex situation. I close my eyes, trying to sense that elusive string of power within

want

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