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."

continues, "The leader of these

Why didn't you

jump out of his arms doesn't go well. He tightens his hold, keeping me in place. "Calm down,

Aspen wolves. Here. Asking

Rowan? But Lucas would have named either of

many?" I ask, pulling on a

leaning

the thought of connecting with another pack boosts

of coffee, Lucas guides me to the planning room, his

muddled mess to my nose. Lucas, Selene, and Lisa are the only three I can recognize with my eyes closed.

people. But Grimoire says it's more likely my magic sensing those with the closest bonds

a whiff of my scent. I smell strongly of 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

hair catches the light, and striking

Ivy.

feels like a lifetime ago, back when Phoenix had kidnapped me. So much has changed since then. The girl from that time feels like a stranger to me

opening her arms as

eyes have that strange distance to them, leaving me once again a little unsettled in her presence. I haven't thought of her in so long; I'd forgotten how strange her reaction to my

real affection, despite calling my name with such familiarity. I can feel the stiffness in her posture, mirroring my own discomfort. As we pull apart, I search for something to

are you doing, Ivy?" The question sounds hollow and weak, even to me. It's a woefully inadequate way to greet someone after all this time, but my eyes flicker to her head

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