Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 347 Lisa: Testing

LISA

"Sorry!"

My voice carries across the clearing, and three shifters wave their hands over their heads in my direction. It could be to say everything's fine. Or maybe they're cursing me and want me to die.

Can't really blame them. They almost got blasted with a ball of fire that went rogue.

"Much farther range than expected," the Grand Sage muses, completely nonplussed by the near-accident.

The strange metal brace on my wrist glints in the sunlight. It looks more like a prop from a sci-fi movie than a magical weapon. "Are you sure this is safe enough to test? I nearly turned three wolves into barbecue."

The Grand Sage, lost in thought, mumbles, "Wolves aren't traditionally cannibals."

"I don't think that's the point." Sometimes I wonder if his genius comes with a side of selective hearing. He's always lost in his head.

He snaps back to attention. "Tell me again, what did you feel at the time of activation?"

I take a deep breath, trying to put the sensation into words. "It was like... a surge of uncontrollable power. Like using a chihuahua's leash on a mastiff."

The gnome's fuzzy white eyebrows wiggle together, like two caterpillars turning into one. "I'm not familiar with your words."

"Right, sorry." I hold my hands about a foot apart. "Chihuahua, tiny dog." Then I spread my arms wide. "Mastiff, huge dog. The leash is way too small to control it."

He nods thoughtfully. "Ah, I see. Remember, you shouldn't expect full control of the magic, just the ability to influence it."

"Influence?" I scoff. "I nearly influenced it into killing innocent people."

The Grand Sage waves his hand dismissively. "They should have stayed behind you." He turns and shouts to the three wolves, "Stay behind her at all times!"

The men, who are actually my almost ill-fated bodyguards, adjust their positions with perfectly straight faces. I can't tell if they're amused or annoyed; just before this incident, the gnome had told them they were perfectly safe where they stood.

says, rubbing his hands together, "let's try again.

I accidentally set the forest on fire, you're explaining it to

brace. You should feel some sort of magic when it

on, it hums with energy, like a low level

feel it,"

Remember to use your words. It will only

wrist feels alien, yet strangely intimate. The Grand Sage explained that it's attuned to me through my blood, but the specifics are lost on me. Magic and

my voice steady

my skin. It's not painful, but definitely uncomfortable—like wearing a heating pad

"Now, aim for that tree again." He points to a massive oak a hundred yards away, well to the left of where my

thin metal strip running along the brace

I say clearly,

it," the Grand Sage reminds me, his voice eager. "Picture exactly what you want to

moment, imagining a sleek, deadly arrow. Opening them,

"Fire."

skin

His gnomish fingers work with surprising dexterity, opening panels I

I groan. "Seriously? Again?"

my dear. It's all part of

a small needle. "Fine. Let's get this

finger, letting ten drops of blood fall onto a small red crystal nestled within the brace. It

we go," the Grand Sage says, closing everything back up. "Now, let's try

nod, steeling myself.

returns, stronger this time. I aim

"Shape."

"Fire."

small, glowing arrow materializes and shoots forward. It's not the massive fireball from earlier, but it's still impressive. My excitement is short-lived, however, as the arrow falls

seem disappointed. He scribbles in a notebook, muttering, "Approximate 50-foot

mix of accomplishment and frustration. "Well, at least I didn't almost kill someone this