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

She kicks a pot out of her way, the clang echoing through the kitchen. "If she comes in here one more time, I'll make

to know not everyone is falling

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

"I need to prepare for lunch. After three days

"That sounds great."

gnome stops clanging and banging, I turn to Selene, who's crammed herself into a corner to avoid getting hit by any rogue pots. "Do you know where Ivy

out the door. She's in the main lodge, cleaning up. Now that the refugees are returning to their tents,

overstepped her authority a few times, but not usually with any level of consequence. Now I'm going to have to talk with her, and I'm not

my strong suit. I'm better now, getting more comfortable with giving orders and being an authority figure, but Ivy still leaves me

need help with?" I ask, turning

of my kitchen. I can put together the list of supplies we need for another run, but the

isn't impossible to get what we need. "For

from Elverly, I head out of the kitchen, Selene trotting

wolves shovel trails to tents and

outskirts of the compound, and

huddle deeper into my heavy coat, grateful for its warmth as I trudge along the shoveled path toward the main lodge. Snow

of the Westwood Pack. Lucas' mate. His only mate. I have authority here, even

mutter under my breath, steeling myself for the confrontation

features always looking reasonable, with that strange smile on her face. I grit my teeth, pushing down the surge of irritation that threatens to overwhelm