Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 308 Ava: Get His Memories Back

"Lucas and his team were outnumbered," Sister Miriam continues, her eyes flickering to Lucas. He remains stoic, but I can feel the tension radiating from him. "They managed to evacuate most of the civilians, but the fighting was..." She pauses, looking thoughtful. "Brutal."

I swallow hard, my imagination filling in the blanks with scenes of chaos and bloodshed. My grip on Lucas's hand tightens.

"In the midst of the battle, he pushed himself beyond his limits. He tapped into a power most alphas cannot access without severe consequences."

My brows pull together. "What do you mean?"

Sister Miriam's gaze is intense as she looks at me. "There's a reason alphas are so revered, Ava. They possess abilities that go beyond what ordinary wolves can do. But accessing those abilities comes at a cost."

I shiver at the implications of her words. "What kind of cost?"

"The deeper an alpha delves into their power, the more they risk losing themselves to their wolf," Sister Miriam explains. "It's a delicate balance. Push too far, and the human side can be overwhelmed. The human psyche is not meant for the power a Lycan wields. Not even this weakened version of Lycans you have become."

"So he…?" I glance at Lucas, who returns my stare with an impassive expression. He remembers none of this; it's like talking about a stranger.

For the first time, I'm grateful he doesn't have his memories. How traumatic it must have been.

"I'm sure your alpha had no idea what he was doing. None of you know your true heritage. But it's still a knowledge deep inside your souls; something your wolves are aware of, even if they don't realize it. He pushed himself to the brink to save his pack and the civilians. He unleashed a power that decimated his attackers, but in doing so, he nearly lost himself entirely."

I struggle to process this information.

she's giving me words, but they just flow over me like

the dust settled," Sister Miriam says, "Lucas was found unconscious, barely clinging to life. His physical

"His memories," I whisper.

fathom the

being consumed by his wolf, Lucas's mind retreated. It locked away not

his wolf?" I ask, though I suspect

as well," Sister Miriam confirms. "It cannot be allowed free reign without Lucas' human

of events. Even Selene is silent in my head, leaving me to sort

coffee, gazing out the window and leaving me to

sends a flutter through my chest. But when I look at his

as if we're discussing the weather rather than the

us

is still insistently

Sister Miriam, feigning a calm I don't possess. "How do we fix this? How

process, Ava. The mind is a delicate

lean forward. "You think you know how we can do

through intense

risky," I say, a glimmer of hope rising

unpredictability," Sister Miriam counters. "We don't know which memories might surface first. If the wrong memory is triggered—say, the trauma of the

balloon. "What other options

goes blank. "There are magical methods we could explore. Spells designed to unlock hidden memories, bridging the gap between conscious