Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 348 Lisa: Their Strange Situation

LISA

As we make our way back to camp, I'm acutely aware of my three bodyguards following silently behind us. They've been stoic throughout this whole ordeal, even after nearly becoming collateral damage earlier. I wonder what they really think about all this.

Wolf's Landing comes into view after a mile of trudging through snow, a sprawling collection of tents and cabins. It's a far cry from the cozy apartment I shared with Ava in Westwood, but it's home now.

As we walk, I catch snippets of conversation from passing wolves. Most of it revolves around patrol schedules, supply inventories, and the latest gossip. But every so often, I hear whispers about the Grand Sage's strange inventions.

It's funny. Most of the pack has no idea what we're really working on out here. They see the gnome as some kind of eccentric engineer, tinkering away in his tent. But many wear his crowning achievement on their wrists—those "magic watches" that have revolutionized how we communicate across long distances.

I glance down at my own watch, marveling at how something so small can be so crucial. It's not perfect—sometimes the signal drops, or messages get garbled—but it's a lifeline for our scouting parties, once out of the range of their strange pack mind link thing.

Of course, all watches need to be linked in order to send or receive. There's a couple master watches (worn by the pack alpha and beta, of course), but several are linked to others, like a mate or direct superior. Or something. I don't know exactly how it works; I'm not super hip on the chain of command stuff they do around here.

The Grand Sage's voice breaks through my reverie. "I'll need to make some adjustments to the brace. Perhaps a larger blood reservoir... or we could experiment with different types of crystals for energy storage, but we don't have many to work with."

I nod, only half-listening. My mind is already drifting to the promise of warmth and comfort waiting in Kellan's cabin. "Sounds good. And maybe on not blowing up random innocents when I make a single mistake."

He chuckles, patting my arm. "Of course, of course. Rome wasn't built in a day, you know. Or was it? I can never keep human history straight."

* * *

warm. It's a luxury to not share space in this place, especially lately, with all

voila—a sad excuse

coffee," I mutter, padding back

in a thick blanket, cradling the mug for warmth as I stare out the window. Snow falls in lazy flurries, blanketing

mush after today's magitech testing. The quiet is a balm, letting

front door creaks open and Kellan steps inside, shaking

Hi," I manage,

now. His cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold, making his

hands through his hair. My eyes trail down his neck to

myself to look away, focusing on the shit caffeine in my

he replies, equally

searching for something to say, but nothing comes

to

perhaps too enthusiastically.

bedroom. A few moments later, I

since I balked at the whole "fated mates" thing, Kellan's backed off, giving me space. And I appreciate that,

cabin, but it feels

not even friends. Just roommates. And he's got three bodyguards keeping an eye on my every move. Which, for

But… I don't

And I get that mates are important to wolves. I've watched it