Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 316 Ava: Selene vs Grimoire

I crack my eyes open, glowering in Grimoire's direction. To my surprise, Lucas mirrors my expression, his brows furrowed as he stares daggers at the sentient book. Even Selene, now sitting across the room as she watches, growls with unmistakable hostility.

Grimoire clears his throat, clearly sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere. "Perhaps a more hands-on approach would be beneficial," he says, his tone noticeably softer. "Ava, if you would hold my hand, I'll guide you through the process."

Hesitantly, I reach out and place my hand in his. The moment our skin touches, I feel a surge of energy coursing through me. It's different from the raw power I've experienced before—more focused, controlled.

I want to ask him why, when I touch him as a book, he takes my magic. And how, now that he's here and human, I can take his. But that's a question for another time, not when I'm busy doing something important.

"Now," Grimoire instructs, "close your eyes and follow my lead."

I obey, letting my eyelids flutter shut. Grimoire's presence in my mind is gentle but insistent, guiding my consciousness along unfamiliar paths. We delve deeper into the recesses of my psyche, searching for that elusive connection to Lucas.

But as we explore, Grimoire's mental touch becomes hesitant, then puzzled. The silence in the room grows heavy as minutes tick by without result.

Finally, Grimoire's voice breaks the stillness, tinged with confusion. "This... this can't be right."

I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his brow furrowed in concentration. "What is it?" I ask, anxiety creeping into my voice.

"You are correct," he admits reluctantly. "There's nothing there. No trace of a pack bond, no lingering connection." Grimoire shakes his head, clearly struggling to articulate his thoughts. "As if the bond doesn't exist."

How could that be possible? I've felt the connection between Lucas and me, felt the warmth of our bond, the presence of his mind, at the moment of our mating connection. It can't just not exist.

Selene sounds downright surly. This shouldn't be news to you, book. Ava has no access to the pack bond. Why act surprised now?

Grimoire bristles at her words. "There should still be something," he snaps back. "A remnant, a trace, anything. Even without access to the full pack bond, there should be some evidence of the connection between mates."

admonition. "It doesn't change how I feel," he says firmly. "Bond or no

one facet of it that seems to be missing…" Grimoire's voice trails off as he looks

Apologize, Selene growls.

"Apologize? For what?"

as her upper lip lifts in a snarl. You disrespected our

did.

watching in silence, is as lost as

I have

tears from Grimoire's throat is almost comical. One moment he's there, all righteous indignation and flashing silver eyes, and the next he's gone. The heavy thud of

clamps down on its spine. The growl rumbling from her chest is low and menacing, a sound

puppy with a chew toy

I say, reaching

firmly embedded in Grimoire's leather binding. I have to tug a bit before she finally releases him, leaving

glance up to see Lucas watching me. His eyebrow is

"They were arguing. Selene... well,

slowly, his eyes darting between me, the book, and Selene. "I see," he says, though his tone suggests he doesn't

in my mind, loud and indignant. That flea-bitten mongrel! How dare she attack me? I am an ancient repository

at the volume of his mental tirade. "Grimoire, calm down. She

scoffs. From what? Words? How painful they must

grows louder, her ice-blue eyes fixed on the book in my hands. Apologize, she demands,

warring with his self-preservation instinct. Finally, he speaks, his

apologize, he says grudgingly. My words were... perhaps...

he's not used to backing

I say, patting the book's cover