Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Ava: Pulling Away

My hands tremble against the frozen earth. The corruption no longer yields so easily to my touch. Each pull of taint feels like dragging a boulder through mud; I'm exhausted.

Stop. Selene's command rings sharp in my mind. You're exhausted.

She's right. You need to pull back now.

The corruption fights my attempts to draw it in, thick and viscous. My earlier confidence crumbles as my magic strains to pull in more corruption. It's hungry.

Sweat trickles down my spine despite the bitter cold.

I try to pull away, but the corruption clings like tar. My arms shake with the effort to break free. The magic inside me churns, no longer the smooth current it was before.

Get up. Selene's teeth close gently on my coat sleeve. I've cleared a lot of space, and it's no longer unsafe for her to be by my side. Let go.

"I'm trying." Panic edges into my voice. The corruption wraps tendrils around my magic, and my magic grabs onto it like a starving child. "It won't let go."

Focus. Grimoire's presence wraps around my mind. Your magic belongs to you. It is under your power. You are in command.

The corruption pulls harder. My vision blurs at the edges. The buzzing under my skin turns to needles of ice.

Fight it, little witch.

I close my eyes, concentrating on Grimoire's voice. On Selene's steady presence. On Lucas waiting for me back at Wolf's Landing. On Lisa who needs me strong and whole.

On all of Westwood, who have come to accept me as their Luna.

The corruption's hold wavers.

the snow. My chest heaves as I gasp for air. The magic inside me whirls like a storm, making

dog-breath in my face as

glowing. The light beneath my skin pulses

"It was so

lacking energy, and then it's like walking through knee-deep mud.

thing they were

of its power. Grimoire's words are a soothing balm in my tired head. Now, we should return. You need to eat and recoup your

frown deepening. "Your pulse is racing. How do

strong front, I

her hand to my forehead. "And pale as fresh snow. You

a

the first

is worried sick. You've been at this for eight

But I glance around, taking in the deep purple shadows stretching across the snow. Twilight bathes everything in muted colors, the sun nothing more

it

steps closer, his boots crunching in the snow. "How much of the taint is left? How many more times will

"About two-thirds."

inhales from the wolves around me. Greg mutters a curse under his

been working for eight hours straight and

every purification trip; they've seen how much I've done in the past. It must be a huge shock for them to see

It was very

into my hands. "Your body temperature

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