Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 403

Chapter 403 Ava: It Isn't There

Buoyed by my mate's support, though dreading what Ivy's situation might mean—for her and for all of us—I scurry through the packed trails of camp, unsurprised as fresh snow flutters through the sky. It feels like we snow more days than not.

Find out anything yet? I reach out to Grimoire, who's been silent. I can sense Selene watching, but have no idea what he's doing. Sometimes I wish I could just pull his expertise into my head so I don't have to take the long route of actually learning how to do things myself.

Don't be lazy, he chides.

Okay, but did you discover anything yet?

He's silent, leaving my brain to itch as I wait for his response. Finally, he does.

No.

Helpful.

Don't blame me. I'm limited in my abilities until you get here.

"I'm not blaming you," I grumble, almost slipping over a patch of re-freeze. The temperature's plummeted, more than I'd think it would. The sky isn't even fully grayed out.

My magic wriggles in my belly, and I realize I've covered myself in a light layer of warmth without thinking twice.

Like autopilot, but the magical version.

Nice.

Stop being impressed with yourself and hurry up.

"I am, I am." Picking up the pace, I notice a small group of wolves headed toward the debriefing tent. My connection with the pack is not as defined as it should be, but I can vaguely sense that they're Westwood wolves. Must be a scout party coming in.

with good news. We

You're slowing down again.

gentle nudge kicks me into a light

outside. My boots squeak against the freshly mopped floor as I enter, and I wave at the receptionist—someone I've seen several times, yet still can't

she murmurs as

it's

use that

peek at her little badge

to knock on the wooden frame

I head down the hall to

off balance. My hand flies to the wall to steady myself as

face angled down, dark hair falling forward to obscure his features. His shoulders

turn to watch him go, unease prickling at the base of my neck. There's

me he's a Westwood

little fans. Probably didn't want to be caught

stands in the doorway, her face pinched

my throat. "No.

pulls me into the room, her grip tight on my arm. "Come see for yourself. It just

slick with sweat. Her head whips from side to side, auburn hair plastered to her face. The

catches my attention isn't her physical state—it's the corruption inside her. The darkness pulses like a second

light fills the room. Grimoire materializes beside me in his

voice deep and resonant. "I

hand. Her skin burns against mine, and the contact amplifies the

hover over her body, trailing ethereal light.

He moves his hands again, more deliberately this time. "I can't make

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