Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 373 Ava: Tracks

Once Lisa's finished eating and we feed the wolves who came with her—including Kellan, who seems determined to keep some level of distance from his mate, even as he sneaks glances at her when she's not looking—the entire tent goes down, including our stove.

It isn't long before I'm tucked back into my sled, despite protesting that the next area isn't far and I can walk there.

Lisa waves at me as she heads off with Mira, their forms growing smaller against the stark white landscape. The young she-wolf's animated gestures make Lisa laugh, and something in my chest loosens at the sound. It's good to see her making connections beyond just me, Kellan, and the gnomes.

"Time to move." Vanessa takes her place behind me; the guards are already in their wolf forms and harnessed.

It's still weird, even after having experienced it all day yesterday.

The sled glides smoothly over the packed snow, Marcus and Greg working in perfect sync at the lead, their fur gleaming under the weak winter sun.

You're brooding, Grimoire says, materializing beside me in his silver fox form.

"Just thinking about the late start."

You thought it was worth it.

"It was. I just wish there was more time in a day, that's all."

Have you noticed the change? He's adopted the tone of a professor to student again.

"Yes. It's denser than yesterday when I first sensed it, and it's moving, even though it's slow. Like a crawl."

The magical corruption pulses at the edge of my awareness, a nauseating weight that makes my skin crawl. It feels different. Concentrated. Wrong.

Keep your senses alert.

have a

Oh?

gathering all the local corruption. That's why we aren't seeing much. All

haven't seen it in action.

catching our quiet conversation. His massive gray form maintains our steady pace through

It's definitely stronger than before, a heavy miasma that seems to coat the inside of my skull. But there's something else, something I can't quite

we'll find

* * *

very long for us to make it to the edge of the

we reach it. It's not something that really hits my nose so much as my metaphysical senses, but my stomach roils, acid burning up my throat. Next to me, Selene sneezes repeatedly, her silver

wolves away from the edge

helps me unbuckle the wolves from their leads. Her movements are quick, efficient,

echoes in my mind. Another sneeze. "But

"What tracks?"

follow him, careful to keep my distance from the corruption's edge.

the crisp edges. "See how the snow hasn't had

makes my skin prickle. Even with the corruption's interference, we should pick up something. "Could they be using scent

answers immediately, but it isn't like I need them to confirm it. What else can it

"At least ten different sets of

echo, but I already figured

the tracks with my eyes, my breath catching as I realize where they lead. "They're heading toward the camp site." Where

stiffens beside me. "We didn't pass

Selene

unknown wolves, moving without scent, near a pocket of corruption. None of my companions spotted them

Shit.