Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 374 Lisa: Something's Wrong

Seeing Ava seems to have breathed life into my limbs again.

Our return is easier. Perhaps it's because we've already trampled a path in the snow, or maybe moose stew is just that rejuvenating. Either way, I'm confident I won't be a complete mess by the time we return to Wolf's Landing.

And if a part of my brain is thinking, good, I won't bring shame to Kellan's status in the pack, well, I'm pretending not to notice too much.

It's hard to be a human among wolves. Humans aren't as strong, aren't dialed into the pack bond, and just aren't as respected as other wolves. Even refugees outside the pack find a place in Wolf's Landing. Jobs to do. Friends. A circle of community that gives back.

Me? I have Ava. And Kellan. And the Grand Sage. Even Elverly's mostly lost to the daily cycle of feeding so many people.

It isn't that I'm unhappy—shockingly, I'm pretty okay, outside of wanting to find my parents—but that I feel lost.

No one really knows what to do with me. Which is fair, because I don't know what to do with myself. I'm starting to understand why Ava had such a hard time standing on her own two feet and growing a sense of self-worth; it's like floating in a sea on a piece of driftwood while everyone else plays happy dolphin family.

Does that make sense? Maybe it doesn't.

I've made a few friends, but it's all surface-level. It's not like before, which is probably because I'm now known as the beta's mate. They all treat me a little differently now, which is why it's so nice to have Mira with us today. A little bit of normal interaction in this crazy mess of a new life.

I'll get it figured out. I know I will.

a little with the frigid temperatures, we stroll arm-in-arm behind the other wolves, who

he doesn't need that much help and could bring the moose back himself. He's strong enough. But there always has to be an

with this idea. I just

they get to see the weird shit the Grand Sage makes me do, so at least

I did. It was terrible, yes. But I only saw the

have been… I don't know. More traumatic? Maybe a couple missing limbs or something? I've read enough books

Mira's mutter distracts me from my random

ahead of us freeze mid-step. Even from behind, I notice their bodies are as

a

brace, cold against my skin, hidden beneath a few layers of clothing. It won't be easy to access, but just knowing it's there makes me feel a little more secure if

giant monster eel that swims in snow, though,

either. Of course. She's not part

head snaps up, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. Whatever message he received through that supernatural connection

other wolves move into a defensive formation around us without a word. My heart pounds against my ribs as I recognize their practiced movements. This isn't just

whispers, pulling me tight against

was peaceful winter stillness now seems charged with tension,

as I wait for someone to explain

paw becomes the only sound as the other wolves shift forms. Their clothes litter the ground