Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 354 Ava: Ryder Brings Good News

A horde of wolves stream into our camp. Several shift in the middle of the snow, eager to embrace their friends or family for the first time in months. It feels as though the entire compound is out to watch the largest crowd brought in by our scouting team.

There's an overall atmosphere of joy and celebration, but underneath it all, my mind worries over simple problems. Food. Firewood. More shelter. We only have so many tents, so many beds, so many blankets… And winter isn't over yet.

"Kellan," I call out, spotting his broad shoulders in the crowd. "Get these people settled in the new tents. Make sure they're comfortable. We may need to switch people around to make sure no family units are broken up."

He nods, already moving to direct the flow of refugees. A pang of worry hits me as I consider our dwindling firewood supply. We'll need to send people out for more.

My eyes scan the crowd. Some of them are from other packs; they hang back, tails tucked, in small groups of their own. One group has their tails up, panting in the snow as they glance around. Probably Aspen wolves.

Right on cue, Ivy approaches them.

Distracting me from the influx of new people is Delta Ryder Thorn, looking like he's been through hell and back. He's lost weight, and his fur seems matted. But there's something about him that has Selene sitting up to take notice.

"What's going on?" I ask Lucas, who unwraps his arm from around my shoulder.

"I don't know. He wanted to tell us in person. Come, let's head to the debriefing tent."

Ryder follows us without comment, though he's practically bouncing on his paws. He shifts almost as soon as the tent flap closes behind him, grabbing some clothes at random off the shelves we have for that purpose.

"I bring good news," he announces, his voice hoarse but triumphant.

Lucas raises an eyebrow, a silent command to continue.

"We found Jericho."

My hand shoots out, grabbing Ryder's freshly donned shirt before I can stop myself. "Where is he?" I demand. He wasn't in the group.

A firm hand pulls me back, and I let go of his black shirt as my back bumps into Lucas' chest. To his credit, the delta doesn't flinch at my reaction, only grinning wider. "He's with a group of supernaturals, about a hundred miles northwest. They're all in hiding."

"How did you find him?" Lucas asks, cool as a freaking cucumber. Like it's any report on any given day.

"He found us through the pack link. When we got close enough, he reached out."

I ask, "Why didn't he

No longer keeping eye contact, he gazes off to

was severely injured. Many of the wolves we brought today were saved by his efforts. But he lost

an image of the grizzled

whisper, trying to give

weight of my mate's hands, and he squeezes

and I nod

he return with you?" Lucas addresses Ryder now, all business,

sorry, Selene offers quietly. She never followed us into the tent; she's overseeing the new arrivals and keeping an eye on Ivy. Jericho is a good wolf. He

at

how he's handling it. No one ever deserves a disability. Ever. But it's turning my world upside down to imagine

and I realize I've missed part of the conversation. "I

"Understood, Alpha."

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long time in discussion. About Jericho, mostly, and the new problems that have

Including vampires.

discusses whether to bring them here, to the safety

you think? Selene asks, having followed me—and my ever-present bodyguards—to a

smooth, free of bark, and the perfect height to sit on. It's also easy to eavesdrop in the area, so I take the

to bring them here.

But, Selene prompts.

sigh, looking up at the sky. A few puffy white clouds float by, but for the most part, it's a vast expanse of brilliant blue. I also understand why the wolves are cautious. Everyone's been separated for so long, even wolves don't know much about the other supernaturals.

treat the Grand Sage differently if they learned

really know him. I think they could just as

me a little solace, a break from my thoughts with the repetitive motion of

already feels stretched thin, resources dwindling faster than we can replenish them. Yet, turning away those in need

would you do,

decision that needs to be

scents of pine and snow. Winter's grip is tightening,

before. Now, it's as if we are barely scraping by. There's always a new influx of bodies of

overthinking again,