Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 307

Chapter 307 Ava: His Memories

"Ava."

Someone's gently prodding at my shoulder, and I groan, my entire body battered. Oh, right. Lucas… was an animal last night.

"Ava."

"What?" Now that I'm marginally awake, his voice registers in my brain. I turn my head to squint through a tangled mass of hair. I need a shower. And a brush. And, like, five cups of coffee.

"Sister Miriam's here."

Sister Miri—oh.

Sitting up abruptly, I must startle Lucas. He jumps up from the edge of the bed, hands in the air as he watches me cautiously, like I'm about to bite.

"Sorry. I'm up."

"I see that." Lowering his hands, he adds, "You didn't warn me you're such a bear when you're asleep."

A bear? Me?

You bit him when he tried to wake you up earlier, and you kicked him when he tried to cover you in a blanket. Selene's helpful, overly chipper words have my head pounding.

The still-new string of connection to Grimoire pulses urgently, tugging and yanking every which way.

Damn. Wake up and everyone needs you, all at once.

"Selene said I bit you. And kicked you."

He shrugs, politely ignoring the heat reddening my cheeks. "Take your time. Do you want to shower first?"

"No, I'm okay—"

a meaningful way that I pause. Damn.

everywhere.

"I'll shower."

* * *

Miriam is sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee

cup of coffee in front of me. It's as black as Sister Miriam's hair. Silently, I grab

Not me. I love myself, so I doctor mine up with as much cream and sugar as

be great, but that's a luxury we don't have in this place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It needs a word, so I can

languidly drawing a finger around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem

a little butterfly flutter through me, leaving me more pleased than I'd like to admit. "Thank you." Her report is a

strength. It is the ultimate law of the land, Selene says, and I glance around in surprise. She's nowhere to

"Where are you?"

with concern, and I grimace. "Sorry. I was

feels weird to converse that way. I guess it's normal when you've grown up your entire life doing it, but it's hard to concentrate and separate my

of noise, says Selene, sounding far too amused for my liking. As for your question, I'm poking my

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

Sage." She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to speak, so let's get started. It is imperative we retrieve your

to show I'm listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it looks as though they've already discussed this, and I'm just being brought

to sleep right through that. This place isn't that

just outside the range of

makes sense,

ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This

nod; Lucas had already told me his wolf is gone. "How many know about this?" While I suspect Kellan realizes, it isn't a subject I've brought

leaning forward slightly, trying not to let

Miriam doesn't answer immediately. Instead, her gaze fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels both protective and possessive.

no intention of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also

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