Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 368 Ava: Where's the Taint?

"This is strange."

It is, Grimoire agrees, sounding confused.

The tiny patch of taint spans no more than two feet, and purifying it takes no time or energy at all. It's so light, in fact, that I almost second-guessed what I was feeling when we tracked it down.

After days and days of corruption spreading faster than I can purify it, there's suddenly… nothing?

Why?

In normal circumstances, I'd be relieved. But there's something strange about all of this as it is, and I don't like not knowing what's going on.

"Grim, how far could I scan if I really pushed myself? With your help, I mean."

Grimoire hesitates, his fox eyes narrowing as he looks up at me. It's not wise to open yourself up that widely, Ava. The wider the search, the less control you have over your magic. And the more likely someone will be to sense it, even with my guidance.

As much as I want to push further, to find the source of this corruption and purge it from our lands, I know better than to be reckless. "Damn. I just wish I could see farther. What if the taint is still spreading, but we're looking in the wrong direction?"

It's possible, Grimoire admits, his tail swishing thoughtfully through the snow. But it's better to be slow and cautious than alert the enemy. There are plenty who would take an interest in your magic, even before the world went to shit.

Such a way with words.

Sighing, I turn back towards the sled, my mind still churning with possibilities. What if we're missing something crucial? What if, while we're out here chasing wispy patches of taint, it's building in giant masses to the east? Or further south? What if it gets too close to Wolf's Landing? No one has the ability to sense it like I do.

I shove the thought away, refusing to let it take root. No more spiraling. Just do what I can, the best I can.

their vigilance. They've been working tirelessly, breaking trail through the deep snow,

seem to be

other. They're

they were so excited to pull a sled. I thought it would be

the cold seeps through my layers. The bitter chill of winter

Grimoire says,

done

Oh. Right.

* * *

no taint for

strangeness of its absence is like a heavy weight on my shoulders, scratchy straw against

shrivel into an anxious mess, waiting. Just waiting. Knowing

despite running behind

No.

can't shake that nagging feeling, no matter how much I

wool blankets are my only refuge from the biting wind. Grimoire's spiritual fox form presses

track where the taint originates?" My voice comes out muffled through the layers.

twitch. You asked me

this conversation. We have too many of them. In fact, some days it feels like neither

And the answer remains the same—there is no way to predict its path or find its source. The taint follows no logic we understand. Sometimes

remember a talk about dandelion seeds now. Maybe

doesn't make sense. There has to be a

"There must be something—"

Like a predator seeks prey, searching for