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 could

You're slowing down again.

nudge kicks me into

outside. My boots squeak against the freshly mopped floor as I

murmurs as I

like it's pretty

you can't use that word. You know it's

"Sorry—" I surreptitiously peek at

on the wooden frame

head

My hand flies to the

rough and low. He keeps his face angled down, dark hair falling forward to obscure his

him go, unease prickling at the base

bond assures me he's a

fans. Probably didn't want to be caught by his Luna. Cute.

door to Ivy's room flies open. Vanessa stands in the doorway, her face pinched

my throat. "No. Even with the medicine,

it's getting worse." Vanessa pulls me into the room, her grip tight on my arm. "Come see for

side to side, auburn hair plastered to her face. The blankets twist around

isn't her physical state—it's the corruption inside her. The darkness pulses like a second heartbeat, stronger than

beside me in his adult form, towering and alien, red hair floating around his

deep and resonant.

reach for Ivy's hand. Her skin burns against mine, and the contact amplifies the sensation of that strange, pulsing

he studies her. His hands hover over her body, trailing ethereal light. After a

again, more deliberately this time. "I can't make contact with the

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