Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 317

Chapter 317 Ava: Mindscape

Diving into my bond with Selene is like falling into warm clouds. It's an odd feeling to enter a mental space, but she draws me in naturally, her expertise in this space far outstripping mind.

It's as if my body is separate now, almost a distant memory.

I can't feel the air on my skin. Can't feel the ground I'm sitting on. Even the weight of Selene's body against mine is gone.

There's no smell here.

It isn't even accurate to describe this place as darkness.

It's just—void.

This isn't a place of physical senses, but something else. An energy of the mind, with its own current that ebbs and flows.

As I sink deeper, initial comfort gives way to a maelstrom of emotions so intense, so raw, that I nearly lose myself in them. It's as if I'm drowning in a sea of feelings that aren't entirely my own, yet resonate within me on a primal level.

I want to rage at the fleeting memory of my mate rejecting our fate.

I want to cry as I die alone, the last of my pack.

I'm suffused in wonder as my eyes open to a new life.

Panic. Longing. Frustration. Love. They crash over me, intense and impossible to control, coming and going in such fleeting moments that I can't hold my own.

As soon as I recognize a memory as not mine, it's gone, replaced by another that drowns me in how real it feels.

Focus, Ava, Selene's calm voice cuts through the chaos. Let me guide you. Focus on the bond between us. You're drowning in my memories.

The bond between us has a sort of glow that doesn't exist in the real world. Something I can see with my mind's eye, despite there being nothing here.

She steers me through the tumultuous sea. Gradually, I begin to discern a pattern in the chaos, a rhythm that pulses with a familiar energy.

His wolf.

his presence slams into me. Old memories mix with new. Selene's fury mix with her mild exasperation. Her desire to tear out his throat has

Ava.

me, buffers me from the memories. But this time, the frantic energy of his wolf engulfs me, a whirlwind of recognition, joy, and desperate frustration. He knows me. He sees me as his mate, his other half. But there's an underlying current of anxiety,

He's half feral already.

wolf whines. Here but not here.

in that simple question breaks my heart. I want to reach out, to comfort

dragging it with her

but it isn't as

her mental voice strained. The hope of being reunited has incited a sort of

with my eyes closed. The wolf's emotions buffet me from all sides, each one a vivid burst of sensation. His frustration at being separated from Lucas is

suddenly, I

sea of

is it, Grimoire's voice echoes in my mind, startling me. I'd almost forgotten about him in the intensity of the experience. This is the barrier we

Selene, through the bond. All you need to do is weaken this place. Selene and his wolf will do

suddenly fixate on how his wolf has no

now, Ava. Selene's words are calm, though

this place of pure sensation. There are no visual cues to ground me, no physical sensations to anchor

reach for my magic, trying to summon that familiar warmth, but

can't find

is it coming

I can't tell.

think it might

insists. You're just looking for it in the wrong way. It's in your very

Selene's voice cuts through the

take a deep breath—or at least, I imagine I do. Her words anchor me, giving

for Lucas. That's mine. Undeniably, irrevocably

way his eyes light up when he looks at me. Even with his

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