Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 304 Ava: Selene's Presence

The crowd falls silent, a wave of submission rippling through the gathered wolves. Some drop to their knees, eyes averted, while others struggle against the invisible force emanating from Selene. I watch in awe as her aura pulses, a shimmering curtain of power that washes over even the strongest wolves until they, too, lower their heads in deference.

Even Kellan has his gaze lowered.

Only Lucas stands, unaffected.

Of course. I would never undermine his authority here. Selene sounds way too smug, but I can't blame her. This display of raw power is unlike anything I've ever witnessed, and it's coming from my wolf—from a part of me I'm realizing I took for granted.

Lucas seizes the moment, his voice ringing out clear and authoritative. "Wolves of the Westwood Pack, bear witness. Ava Grey stands before you as your one true Luna. She is my mate, chosen by fate and accepted by me. I demand your loyalty, your respect, and your unwavering support for her."

His words carry weight, each syllable heavy with the command of an Alpha. I feel their impact through our newly forged pack bond, a ripple of energy that seems to reinforce Selene's display of dominance.

Now is the time for your speech, Ava, Selene's voice echoes in my mind. Show them who you are.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. This is my moment—our moment. I step forward, feeling the eyes of every wolf upon me. The silence is deafening, expectant.

"Wolves of the Westwood Pack," I begin, my voice stronger than I expected. "I stand before you not just as Lucas' mate, but as a warrior in my own right." Though the idea of calling myself a warrior falls flat in my head, Selene assured me it's the right word to use. "I may not have been born into this pack, but I choose it. I choose you."

I pause, letting my gaze sweep across the crowd. Some faces are still wary, others curious, but all are attentive.

"I know many of you have doubts. You've heard rumors, whispers of a Luna without a wolf. But as you can see, those rumors were false. Selene is my wolf, as much a part of me as your wolves are a part of you. We are different, yes, but that difference is our strength."

I gesture to Selene, who sits regally by my side. "In Selene, I carry the wisdom of ages, the strength of our forebears. Through her, I am connected to the very essence of what it means to be a wolf. And through me, she is tied to humanity in a way no ordinary wolf can be."

but the weight of my words is heavy on my tongue. "I won't lie to you. The

We are not weak."

grows stronger. "We are the Westwood Pack. We are survivors, fighters, a family bound by more than just blood. We will rise again. With

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hand over my back. Lisa's not in the cabin—Kellan whisked her away, and I'm not asking

now, Lucas and I

Well, almost.

sounding almost blissful as she wiggles her husky body between us, shoving

she just say something? I think I almost heard

how it feels to

in his eyes

hurts as his face shuts

ear in a way that should be playful, but feels to me as if he's just masking his pain.

even harder, wedging herself more firmly between us as we sit on the couch. "Not feeling the pack? Can you tell it's missing? I've never

a hole that can't be filled." Lucas rubs Selene's ear tips, and my dog-wolf lets out an enormous, pleased sigh over the affection. "I know what it should feel like, but I can't remember

should call Sister Miriam, Selene opines, licking his hand. She has a theory

of asking while she was

focused on

my own wolf makes my skin

consult with Sister Miriam? Selene says she might have

in its gentle fluffing of Selene's ears, his

at

"What's wrong?"