Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 341

Chapter 341 Ava: Aspen's Here

"Ava."

The sound of my name has me sitting up immediately, even before my eyes open. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Calm down." Lucas pulls me into his arms, and I wrap my arms around his waist as I blink in the dim light, trying to wake my sleepy brain.

"We've made contact with a group of wolves at the border," he says, making my heart skip a beat again. I've been asleep most of the past two days. Grimoire said my body needed to recuperate after such a large draw of power.

This is my first time hearing anyone was even near the perimeter of our pack.

"And?" Since Lucas is calm, I know it can't be bad.

"They're from Aspen," he says, confirming my thoughts. "While they haven't been hit as hard as us, they've sent out scouting packs to make contact with us and others."

"How did they find us?" Despite knowing this group isn't a danger to our safety, that detail makes me nervous.

"Clayton already knows about this place. He has a safe haven of his own near the coast."

"Oh."

as he continues, "The leader

Why didn't you

go well. He tightens his hold, keeping me

jumbled mess. Aspen wolves. Here. Asking for me. But

would. Maybe Rowan? But Lucas would

pulling on a pair

replies. He's already dressed, leaning against the

during the vampire attack. But the thought of connecting with another pack boosts my

dressed and ready, complete with a cup of coffee, Lucas guides me to

me immediately. My sense of smell lately has been stronger since the attack, though most of it is a muddled mess to my nose.

already knows their scents, as they're my most important people. But Grimoire says it's more likely my magic sensing

the pack, but the scent of my magic is strong, now. Some wolves even sneeze when I get too close. (Selene, surprisingly, doesn't, though she will if Grimoire flaps his pages

hair catches the light, and striking green eyes meet mine. My breath catches in my

Ivy.

I saw her feels like a lifetime ago, back when Phoenix had kidnapped me. So much

measured, graceful steps, opening her arms

her presence. I haven't thought of her in so long; I'd forgotten how strange her

her posture, mirroring my own discomfort. As we pull apart, I

are you doing, Ivy?" The question sounds hollow and weak, even to me. It's a woefully inadequate way to greet someone after all

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