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."

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

kiss to my temple. "Everything

fair, Grimoire complains, and when I crack my eyes open again, I can see

makes a little rumbling growl. Stay

* * *

Stop yawning.

can clamp my mouth shut. My eyes

magical 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

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

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

gap-toothed grin visible even

power. The shield should be no larger than necessary, and only

My next shield wobbles, barely materializing in time to block Tommy's fastball. The boy has scary good aim for a six-year-old. He got me in the butt

size of my palm. The

you wet!" Penny bounces up and down, her pigtails

still count, Grimoire says, as if I care about the score. The kids do,

like lead weights. Even these tiny bursts of magic drain more energy than I expected. Without my usual reserves to draw

more I do, the more

to infuse my mana into the air around me, so I get advance warning before a snowball hits. My

magic pulses around me, and I only have

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

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

shield, but the second catches me in the shoulder. It's

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

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

dissipates before the snowball reaches it, leaving me with a face full of

end here for today, Grimoire suggests.

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