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."

* * *

share with Kellan is cozy and warm. It's a luxury to not share space in this place, especially lately, with all the new wolves

as I scoop out a meager portion. Hot water, stir, and voila—a sad excuse for caffeine. I take a sip and grimace. Bitter, watery, and somehow both burnt and flavorless

coffee," I mutter, padding back to

cradling the mug for warmth as I stare out the window. Snow falls in lazy flurries, blanketing the world in white. It's peaceful, almost

feels like mush after today's magitech testing. The quiet is a

door creaks open and Kellan steps

manage, my voice

super short before; it's longer now. His cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold, making his stormy gray eyes pop. As he shrugs off his coat, I can't

hair. My eyes trail down his neck to

look away, focusing on the shit

he replies,

something to say, but nothing comes out. Kellan clears his throat

to take a

I nod, perhaps

the bedroom. A few moments later, I hear

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

sharing the beta cabin, but it feels like we're

a while, we were growing closer. But now? We're not even friends. Just roommates. And he's got three bodyguards keeping an eye on my every move. Which, for the record—I'm

But… I don't know. It's just strange,

cares about me. He's made that clear. And I get that mates are important to wolves. I've watched