Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 284 Ava: Yet Another Strange Forest

Shaking off the morbid thoughts clouding my mind, the images of war and supernatural chaos, I breathe deeply and close my eyes.

Focus, Ava. There's work to be done.

Concentrating on that elusive string of connection I can feel deep within me, it's like a gossamer thread. Barely visible, but undeniably present.

I tug at it gently, as if saying hello to an old friend. No response.

I press on, trying to deepen the connection, fumbling along in this strange magical mental space. It's like groping in the dark, unsure of what I'm looking for.

The sound of Lisa's breathing and subtle movements a few feet away threaten to break my concentration, and it's an effort to push those distractions aside, diving deeper into the recesses of my mind. The world around me fades away, replaced by a vast emptiness.

Then, I'm falling.

By now, the sensation is familiar enough for me not to panic, waiting it out as space whizzes past at breakneck speed.

My stomach lurches, instinctual panic taking hold of my body; my mind might understand that I'm not falling, but every physical reflex of mine insists that it is.

And then, a torturous second or two later, it's gone and I'm alone in the middle of what looks like the creepiest forest to exist on the planet.

Gnarled, dead branches wrap together in a dense canopy of trees that block out the majority of light.

Dead leaves litter the ground, crackling and crunching beneath my feet, but there's a shocking lack of underbrush. It's like walking inside an unfinished painting.

There's a pond, of course. Why is there always water? Is it symbolic, or just coincidence?

Unlike the pond where I met with the Moon Goddess, this one is so murkily dark that it seems filled with black water. Just looking at it makes my skin crawl, and I step back reflexively, not wanting to get near the edge—even when I'm a solid ten feet away already.

There's an unnatural quiet to the space. No birds singing. No insects buzzing. Fuck, I'd take a cicada to break up the oppressively creepy environment. But no.

crunching with my every

out in every direction, seemingly endless. The trees all look the same—tall, dark, and foreboding. There's no path, no sign of which way I should go. Only the

Its surface remains perfectly still, not a ripple in sight. I approach the water's edge, peering into its depths. For a moment, I think I see something moving beneath the surface. But when

aren't even reflections

spine. Whatever this pond is, it might look like water, but

throw a pebble into it,

self: Don't go

connect with your magic.

carries a whisper, so faint I'm

trying to catch

this is my

evil overlord. Dead trees. Creepy, murky water. No signs

like the kind of

met the Moon Goddess, it

is just

and I make my way closer. There's some sort of glint

like trying to catch light with my bare hands. Every time I think I've

be visible on the surface, but there's nothing. Just that darkness that

eyes ache, and I give up to walk around, rubbing them

This isn't working.

going about

can't hear anything. I'm not about to try drinking the water,

I've been…

Fuck.

Wait a second.

me. But this place... it's not real. Not in the way the physical world is. It's connected to my

dunce, I close my eyes. Instead of trying to see or hear or smell, I reach out with something