Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 274 Ava: Give Us Both Time -- END SEASON FOUR!

"...and that's how we met," I finish, my heart racing as I watch Lucas's face for any sign of recognition. His brow furrows slightly, a look of concentration I've seen a hundred times before. But there's no spark of memory in his eyes, no sudden realization.

"That's... quite a story," he says. His tone is polite, interested even, but it's clear the tale doesn't resonate with him on a deeper level. It might as well be a movie plot for all the personal connection he feels to it.

I swallow hard, trying to push down the disappointment threatening to choke me. "Yeah, it is," I agree, forcing a smile. "Not exactly a fairytale beginning, huh?"

Lucas chuckles, the sound achingly familiar yet somehow wrong. It lacks the warmth, the depth of feeling I'm used to hearing. "I guess not. But it sounds like we worked things out eventually."

"We did," I nod, my fingers twisting in the blanket covering his legs. I want so badly to reach out and touch him, to take his hand in mine. But I'm afraid of how he might react, this Lucas who doesn't know me. "It took some time, but we got there."

A heavy silence falls between us. I can feel Lucas studying me, his gaze intense in a way that's familiar and foreign all at once. There's curiosity there, maybe even a hint of attraction, but none of the bone-deep recognition I'm used to seeing.

"Can I ask you something?" I blurt out, unable to bear the tension any longer.

Lucas nods, his expression open. "Of course."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the answer I'm afraid I already know. "Do you... can you feel our bond at all? Even a little?"

His face falls, genuine regret clouding his features. "I'm sorry, Ava. I wish I could say yes, but..." He trails off, shaking his head. "There's nothing."

My heart sinks, but I try not to let it show on my face. "That's okay," I lie, my voice barely above a whisper. "It'll come back. It has to."

Lucas shifts in the bed, wincing slightly as the movement jostles his injuries. When he speaks again, there's a note of hesitation in his voice. "There is something I'm curious about, though."

fluttering in my chest. "What

"If we're mates, why don't I see my mark

over the unmarked skin. "Oh," I breathe, feeling heat rise to

curious rather than

explain the complexities of our relationship? The fears and insecurities that held me back, the external pressures that kept pushing us

seems impossible to condense it all into a

say finally, hating how inadequate the words sound. "We've both had our reasons for

information. "I see," he says, though I can tell from

there," I add hastily, needing him to understand how far we'd come. "Before all this happened, we were in

hint of something in

a softness in his eyes that makes my breath catch. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I

trying to hold back the tears that are suddenly burning behind my eyes. "It's okay," I manage, my voice thick. "You will. Your memory will

and escape the weight of Lucas's confusion and my disappointment. "So, um, how's your healing going? It looks…"

his face. "No one's sure. Nothing they run explains why

draw together. Something about this doesn't add up. Alphas heal incredibly fast, even from severe injuries. For Lucas to

It isn't just the memory loss; it's the entire situation. There's something weird

your wolf

warm and full of life, seem dull and distant. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. "My wolf is

to process what he's just said. Gone? How can his

"Like, you can't hear him? Or you can't feel him at

As in not there.

wolf is a part of you. It can't just disappear. Maybe it's just dormant. Or maybe hiding from