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."

spine. I turn to look at him, searching his fiery face for any sign

we want?" I ask, dreading

is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting with its other

Selene—" I start, turning to where I last

spot her curled up on the floor. Her

that place in my head

I can't feel her! Selene's

his voice firm but gentle. "Selene is fine. She's fully immersed in Lucas and the wolf's psyche right

heart. "But why can't I feel her? She's always there,

gestures toward Lucas. "We

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do except sit

in the early hours of morning, there's a knock

I ignore it.

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 he doesn't open

that we've

Lucas isn't

we're going

face contorts in pain, sweat beading on his forehead. My heart aches to reach out and comfort him,

open, and Kellan's voice breaks through my haze of worry. "Ava? We need

Lisa enter. Kellan's usually composed demeanor is frayed at the

says, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I've spent the last several hours breaking

deeper lines on his face. "What's going

to get his memories back," I reply, my voice

speaks again, his tone softer. "I wish

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