Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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."

sends a chill down my spine. I turn to look at him, searching his fiery face for any sign of reassurance. There

want?" I ask,

"The wolf is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting with its other half. The

start, turning to

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

my head where

claws at my chest. "Grimoire, I can't feel her!

voice firm but gentle. "Selene is fine. She's fully immersed in Lucas and

racing heart. "But

not here. She's there." He gestures toward Lucas. "We

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nothing I can do except sit by his side and

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

I ignore it.

resting on my lap as my eyes

in, whispering that we've made a terrible

isn't coming

we're going to

heart aches to reach out and comfort him, but Grimoire made

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

away from Lucas to see Kellan and Lisa enter. Kellan's usually composed demeanor is frayed at the edges, his hair

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

etching deeper lines on his face. "What's going

reply, my voice flat

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