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."

deeper into his arms. Her presence adds another

pressing a kiss to my

I can see

little rumbling

* * *

Stop yawning.

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

says, his fox form perched on a nearby log. You've been running on excess power for so long, you don't even

I throw up a small shield, just

excitement at being included in "Luna's training" hasn't dimmed despite the

shouts, her gap-toothed grin visible even

shield should be no larger than

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

comes from my left. I spin, conjuring a shield the size of my palm. The snowball

wet!" Penny bounces up and down, her pigtails

care about the score. The kids do, of course. Grimoire has

to feel like lead weights. Even these tiny bursts of magic drain more energy than I expected.

more

into the air around me, so I get advance warning before a snowball hits. My natural

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

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

training regimen, because it's something that

one with a perfectly sized shield, but the

Tommy pumps his fist in the air. "Did you see that? I

training session is not only helping my control, but it's helping my bond with my pack. The

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

here for today, Grimoire suggests. You've made excellent

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