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."

but snuggle deeper into his arms. Her presence adds another layer of

my temple. "Everything else can

Grimoire complains, and when I crack my eyes open again, I can see him on the floor in his silver

little rumbling

* * *

Stop yawning.

my mouth shut. My eyes

levels, Grimoire says, his fox form perched on a nearby log. You've been running on excess power for so long, you don't even realize how much you've been borrowing from your

small shield, just big enough to deflect it. The packed snow

fort where five of our youngest pack members huddle. Their excitement at being included in "Luna's training" hasn't dimmed despite

gap-toothed

and accuracy over power. The shield should be no larger than necessary, and only last as long as it's

fastball. The boy has scary

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

Penny bounces up and down,

hits still count, Grimoire says, as if I care about the score. The kids do, of course. Grimoire has a little scoreboard going for them. Focus

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

more I do, the more mental exhaustion

around me, so I get advance warning before a snowball hits. My natural skills aren't high enough to

second my magic pulses around me, and I

position near the kids. He and Greg volunteered to

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

but the second catches me in the shoulder.

hit!" Tommy pumps his fist in the air. "Did you see

unable to hold back my 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 be a

the snowball reaches it, leaving

for today, Grimoire suggests. You've made excellent

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