Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 318

Chapter 318 Ava: Waiting For Him to Wake

Out, Selene says simply.

The journey into his wolf's mind was long. It was a turbulent sea, every inch taken a victory.

Getting out is much easier.

Between one instant and the next, there's nothing more than a distinct yank from Selene's mind, and it's as though I'm sucked through a vortex and thrown back into my own head.

There's enough force that I pitch forward and almost hit my face against the ground before my hands fly up to save myself.

"Fuck."

My body's soaked. There's only a small light on in the kitchen; the rest of the house is dark, the windows showing evidence of nightfall.

I'm a used dishrag, flattened to the floor, struggling to push myself to my knees and check on Lucas.

Grimoire's hands grab onto my arms, pulling me up. He's huge again, his flames higher than normal, his eyes red instead of silver.

Where his hands touch me is odd; pressure without temperature. Not cold. Not hot.

My legs wobble as I struggle to my feet, grateful for Grimoire's steady grip on my arms. The room spins for a moment before settling, and I blink away the disorientation. My gaze lands on Lucas, sprawled across the couch.

He's asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. But something's off. Sweat glistens on his skin, running in rivulets down his face and soaking into his hair. His hands, resting on the couch, tremble visibly.

My stomach knots. "Is he okay?"

Grimoire's grip on my arms tightens slightly. "His wolf is attacking the barrier."

turn to look at him, searching his fiery face

what we want?" I ask,

wolf is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting with its other half. The moment he felt evidence

to where

on the floor. Her eyes are closed, nose tucked into her tail. She looks peaceful, but

head where she rests

my chest. "Grimoire, I can't feel her! Selene's

gentle. "Selene is fine. She's fully immersed in Lucas

shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "But why

gestures toward Lucas. "We have

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nothing I can do except sit by

the early hours of morning,

I ignore it.

reverted to his book form, the heavy leather-bound paper resting on my lap as my eyes never once leave Lucas' sweating form. He occasionally thrashes and even moans, but

whispering that we've made

isn't

we're going

to reach out and comfort him, but Grimoire

through my haze of worry. "Ava? We need to

usually composed demeanor is frayed at the edges, his hair mussed and

a hand through his disheveled hair. "I've spent the last

concern etching deeper lines on his face.

get his memories back," I reply, my voice flat and lifeless even to my

a moment, he speaks again, his tone softer. "I wish you would

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