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."

Her presence

to my temple. "Everything else can wait

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

makes a little rumbling growl.

* * *

Stop yawning.

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

fox form perched on a nearby log. You've been running on excess power for

past my ear. I throw up a small shield, just big enough to

fort where five of our youngest pack members huddle. Their excitement at

her gap-toothed

should be no larger than necessary, and only last

boy has

left. I spin, conjuring a shield the size of my palm. The snowball splatters against it,

Penny bounces up and down, her

Grimoire says, as if I care about the score. The kids do, of course.

like lead weights. Even these tiny bursts of magic drain more energy than I expected. Without

I do, the more mental

I have to infuse my mana into the air around me, so I get advance warning before a snowball hits. My natural skills aren't high enough to avoid what I can't see; my magic has to

my magic every second my magic pulses around me,

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

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

at me simultaneously. I manage to block one with a perfectly sized shield, but the second catches me in

Tommy pumps his fist in the air. "Did

smile at his pride. 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

me. My next shield flickers and dissipates before the snowball

end here for today, Grimoire

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