Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Ava: Snowball Training

The mattress dips, and warmth radiates against my back as Lucas slides under the covers, his scent wrapping around me in comfort.

"Sorry I didn't get to see you when you got back." His voice rumbles through his chest, pressed against my spine. "I was with the trainees."

"S'okay." I burrow deeper into his embrace, savoring the solid wall of his chest. He makes the best winter heater. "Everything okay?"

"Mostly." His breath tickles my neck as he nuzzles into my hair. The tension melts from my muscles, replaced by a bone-deep contentment that only comes from being held by my mate.

Then he sniffs me, nudging against the scar and mate mark on my neck.

"You smell like magic." His nose traces along my shoulder. "I heard it was rough today."

Sleep tugs at the edges of my consciousness, but I fight it to enjoy this moment. "Yeah, but it'll be easier next time."

His hand rests with possessive familiarity against my hip, the simple touch sends sparks of pleasure through my drowsy body. "Good. I worry when you push yourself too hard."

"I'm learning my limits."

The bed shifts again as Selene hops up, circling twice before nuzzling her head against Lucas' hip and belly.

I crack one eye open to glare at her.

What? Her tail thumps against the mattress. I missed our mate too.

"Traitor," I mutter, but there's no heat behind it.

It's perfectly normal. She yawns, showing off her impressive fangs. We're connected, remember? I feel what you feel.

His chest vibrates with silent laughter. "Let her stay."

into his arms. Her presence

murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Everything

my eyes open again, I can see him on the floor in his silver fox form. I'm the only one

makes a little rumbling growl.

* * *

Stop yawning.

I can clamp my mouth shut. My eyes water, and I swipe at them with my

You've been running on excess power for so long, you don't even realize how much you've been borrowing from your

up a small shield,

pack members huddle. Their excitement at being included

little Sierra shouts, her gap-toothed grin visible

no larger

fastball. The boy has scary good aim for a six-year-old. He got me in

spin, conjuring a shield the size of my palm. The snowball splatters

Penny bounces up and down, her pigtails

if I care about the score. The kids do, of

of magic drain more energy than I expected. Without my

I do, the more mental exhaustion

before a snowball hits. My natural skills aren't high enough to avoid what I can't see;

my magic every second my magic pulses around me, and I only have about a

from his position near the kids. He and Greg volunteered to supervise the "ammunition makers" after the first snowball fight devolved

both are thrilled with this training regimen, because it's something that actively works

I manage to block one with a perfectly sized shield, but the

air. "Did

This training session is not only helping my control, but it's helping my bond with my pack. The mothers of these young pups are thrilled to have them interacting with their Luna, and the kids are over the moon to

yawn ambushes me. My next shield flickers and dissipates before the snowball reaches it, leaving

here for today, Grimoire suggests.

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