Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 351

Chapter 351 Ava: Investigating

Don't take everyone.

"What?"

The more people, the more victims.

"Oh." Shit. I hadn't thought of that. Biting my lip, I look over my entourage. Vanessa's brows raise as she watches me, her breath puffing out in the frigid air.

They're my bodyguards, but they can't save me from something magical.

Selene's thoughtful hum vibrates in my head.

"Marcus, you and..." I scan the faces, settling on a stoic-looking wolf. I think his name is Greg. "You. Stay with me. The rest of you, I need you to be our lifeline."

Vanessa frowns. "Ava, are you sure about this?"

I nod, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "I can sense magic and familiar energies, but there's no guarantee I haven't missed something. Or someone."

The other wolves shift awkwardly, as they always do when I speak of magic. It's still an uncomfortable subject for many in the pack.

"If something goes wrong, you need to get word to Lucas immediately."

Discontent ripples through the group. I can see it in the set of their jaws, the tension in their shoulders. They don't like the idea of letting me walk into potential danger without them.

"I know you don't like this," I say, addressing the group's unspoken protests. "But none of you are able to help with a magical force. I need to make sure the pack is warned if anything goes wrong."

Marcus, ever the professional, takes over. "We'll check in with Vanessa every ten minutes. Standard procedure."

turn to Vanessa, holding

watches. We

synchronized, allowing us to contact each other directly, and the plan set, I take a steadying breath. The dark, cloud-like presence I sensed earlier is a

squaring my shoulders.

beside me, his eyes constantly scanning our surroundings. Greg brings up the rear, watching our backs. And Selene roams

smells strange,

into my wrist. Not enough to affect the use of my hand or arm, but just irritating enough to

we reach the area where

Selene can sense is a strange

can feel its existence, even

Greg, my

me, no longer in his usual humanoid form. Instead, he's a small white fox, his fur gleaming against the snow. He bounds

just standing

sense it,

"Do you recognize this?"

he stares ahead. It has a horrible feeling

shift, turning towards

but the energy continues its slow creep in

Don't let it

Selene lets

up an arm,

Something stung my nose.

ear. Be

only approximate its location through

seems disproportionate to Grimoire's words, but maybe she's just embarrassed. "What's the purpose of this

he makes it to my feet, winding around my ankle in a coquettish gesture. He's learned that his fox form gets

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