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.

they come with good news. We could

You're slowing down again.

kicks me

winter air outside. My boots squeak against the freshly mopped floor as I enter,

she murmurs

like it's

"Luna, you can't use

peek at her little badge

reaches over to knock on the wooden frame of her desk. "Better

an apologetic grin, I head down the hall to

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

rough and low. He keeps his face angled down, dark hair falling forward to obscure his features. His shoulders hunch as he hurries

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

pack bond assures me he's a Westwood

of Ivy's little fans. Probably didn't want to be caught by his

in the doorway,

heart jumps into my throat. "No. Even with the medicine, it's going

into the room, her grip tight on

head whips from side to side, auburn hair plastered to her face. The blankets twist around her legs as she fights some unseen enemy in her fevered

state—it's the corruption inside her. The darkness pulses like

fills the room. Grimoire materializes beside me in his adult form, towering and alien,

voice deep and resonant. "I

Ivy's hand. Her skin burns against mine, and the contact

her. His hands hover over

deliberately this time. "I can't make contact with the corruption. It's as if it

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