Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 387 Ava: Corrupted Whispers

The snow ends in a perfect line, as if someone took an eraser to the landscape. Beyond that boundary, the earth lies bare and lifeless. No grass, no moss, not even the hardy winter plants that usually peek through frozen ground. The soil itself looks wrong—ashen and cracked, like the bottom of a dried riverbed.

"I've never seen it this bad." My boots crunch on the dead earth. Each step sends up little puffs of gray dust. "Even the insects are gone."

The corruption is absolute here. Grimoire's fox form prowls beside me. It's consumed everything.

My bodyguards hang back at my insistence, though I sense their unease. Marcus keeps shifting his weight, uneasy despite his experience in these matters.

A wave of corruption rolls over me, and my stomach heaves. The taint feels different here—thicker, more concentrated. Like wading through tar instead of water. The dead zone stretches as far as I can see, pulsing with that sickly energy.

To the wolves, they only see dead land. But it's so much more than that.

Glancing at Grimoire, who's focused on the corruption, I ask, "How am I supposed to handle this? The purification usually takes over once I start. I've never had to stop it before."

It's about will and control. You must maintain awareness of your limits.

"That's not exactly helpful." The corruption beckons, a seductive whisper promising power. I've felt it before, but never this strong. "What happens if I can't stop?"

You must. His mental voice carries an edge of steel. Or the taint will consume you as surely as it's consumed everything else.

The dead earth crunches beneath my feet as I take another step forward. The boundary between life and death is so stark—winter's white giving way to corruption's gray.

"I need specifics, Grimoire. How do I cut it off when it gets to be too much?"

of

press my lips together, frustrated. It isn't that I don't understand what

buckle, but I force myself to stay upright.

"If I fail—"

unearthly fox eyes. But you must

adds, whining softly. She's far back, too, and hating the distance I've forced her to

press against the ashen ground, and a shudder ripples

small," I whisper to

I can do this.

and hungry. The corruption rushes in—thick, viscous,

comes out as a gasp between heaves. "Too

It tastes of rot and decay, filling my mouth with the flavor of death.

mouth, the other still connected to the dead earth. The purification

Pull back.

need to

the corruption, cleanse every inch of tainted earth. The flow increases,

through the

down my face despite the winter chill. The corruption pulses

wracks my

you make it. Grimoire's mental voice carries steel. You are stronger than the corruption. Prove

everything. My magic reaches for more, eager to purify, to cleanse. Like two sets

Tears stream down my face as I retch, the taste of bile mixing with corruption's decay. But I keep my hand pressed to the earth, stubborn despite my

Small.