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.

earth, falling backward into the snow. My chest heaves as I gasp for air. The magic inside me whirls like a storm, making me dizzy; if it were truly sentient, I'd

against my side, her dog-breath in

am glowing. The light beneath my skin pulses erratically, matching the chaos of

My voice comes out raw. "It

denser corruption, as I warned might happen. It will seem effortless until you're lacking energy, and then

they were both there

of corruption you can't cleanse on your own. It's understandable to falter in the face of its power. Grimoire's words are a soothing balm in my tired

cool fingers press against my wrist, her frown deepening. "Your pulse is racing. How do you

strong front, I yawn around the

clammy." She presses the back of her hand to my forehead. "And pale as fresh snow. You need to

drink a single sip during

after the first hour

Lucas is worried sick. You've been at this

stretching across the snow.

didn't realize it would

"How much of the taint is left? How many more times will we have to come

"About two-thirds."

inhales from the wolves around me. Greg mutters

wide. "You've been working for eight hours straight and there's still that much

how much I've done in the past. It must be a huge shock

was very

into my hands. "Your body temperature

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