Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 356 Ava: Blizzard

As it turns out, I don't get a chance to talk to Lucas that night.

Or the next one.

Or even the one after that.

A surprise storm blows in, stranding Lucas—and a small team of scouts—several hours from the compound, on what should have been a simple evening run. He's been taking groups of younger wolves out at night in what he calls field training.

Thankfully, we still have contact with each other, even if it is limited. It's never fun to be separated. With as much time as we've spent apart, we both do our best to make sure we spend a little time with each other daily.

Not having him around leaves me a little depressed, but knowing he's safe with the younger wolves makes our brief separation at least bearable.

No, not having Lucas around isn't the problem setting my teeth on edge.

She's at it again, Selene observes sourly, nosing through the kitchen.

I watch Elverly bustle around the kitchen, her tiny form a whirlwind of frustration. The gnome's grumbling grows louder as she yanks open cabinets and slams them shut.

"Look at this." She waves a wooden spoon toward the freezer, which is now almost empty, and the empty shelves of beans. "Three days of that beanpole demanding more protein. Does she think food just appears out of thin air?"

Elverly's rants are almost legendary among the kitchen staff. For a tiny gnome, she has a laundry list of complaints. Today, however, they're valid.

blizzard, our

low, even though we just had a stocking run last week." She kicks a pot out of her way, the clang echoing through the kitchen. "If she comes in here one more time, I'll

situation, it's comforting to know not everyone is falling

missing items into a notebook I've learned to carry around, I speak as calmly as I can. Sometimes you just have to let Elverly be angry. She's more bark than bite. "I

need to prepare for

"That sounds great."

who's crammed herself into a corner to avoid getting hit

twitch, and she slinks out of the corner to follow me out the door. She's in the main lodge, cleaning up. Now that the refugees

Now I'm going to have to talk with her, and I'm not looking

more comfortable with giving orders and being an authority figure, but Ivy still leaves me off-kilter every

you need help with?" I ask, turning back

I can put together the list of supplies we need for another run, but the meat is the real problem. We can't keep up with

hunters." Meat is scarce in the winter, but it isn't impossible to get what we need. "For now, let's try to stretch what we can. Our numbers are only

out of the

Groups of wolves shovel trails to tents and clear snow from entrances; it's a widespread effort, and heart-warming to see everyone pitching in to keep everything in order after so

buried on the outskirts of the

my heavy coat, grateful for its warmth as I trudge along the shoveled path toward the main lodge. Snow crunches beneath my boots, and every breath puffs into

of who I am. Luna of the Westwood Pack. Lucas' mate. His only mate. I have authority here, even if it sometimes feels like I'm still

can do this," I mutter under my

reasonable, with that strange smile on her face. I grit my teeth, pushing down