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."

presence adds another layer of warmth to our cozy

murmurs, pressing a kiss to 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 fox

a little rumbling growl. Stay

* * *

Stop yawning.

I can clamp my mouth shut. My eyes water,

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

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

where five of our youngest pack members huddle. Their excitement at being included in "Luna's

little Sierra shouts, her gap-toothed grin

efficiency and accuracy over power. The shield should be no larger than necessary,

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

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

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

I care about the score. The kids

more

the more mental exhaustion

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

my magic pulses around me, and I only have about

Greg volunteered to supervise the "ammunition

regimen, because it's something that actively works on

more snowballs fly at me simultaneously. I manage to block one with a perfectly sized shield, but the second

in the air. "Did you see that? I got

my bond with my pack. The mothers of these young pups are thrilled to have them

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

end here for today, Grimoire suggests.

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