Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 414

Chapter 414 414: Ava: Fight Back

This time, I gather as much magic as I can, yanking it from every cell in my body.

The moment I can sense the shadow wolf phasing into semi-reality, I don't think about how my hands still can't touch it. I throw my hand forward, as far into the shadowy body as I can, feeling the chill against my skin even if its body is only as tangible as smoke.

My magic practically shrieks with joy as I let it loose in an explosion of pure chaos.

It isn't elemental. It isn't some sort of coordinated spell. It's just my magic, thrown out of my body in a violent wave, condensed to this single spot above my palm.

What happens when you try to squish that amount of power into a teeny-tiny space?

It erupts. Combusts. Detonates.

Those toxic green eyes are locked with mine in its last moments.

A visceral scream pierces the air; it isn't human or wolf, but something inhuman and shrieky, sending goosebumps along my skin.

The wolf's form disappears in a cloud of smoke, its chill disappearing from the area.

My heart twists in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, wondering how to tell Lucas what happened. How we're going to tell Clayton. "I never wanted it to end this way, Ivy."

Smoke fills my lungs and I double over coughing, stumbling back a few steps. My eyes water as I wave uselessly at the thick cloud surrounding me.

alright?

Grimoire's concern mingles

croak out. "Pretty

she's probably fine, Grimoire says, sounding

from behind. My knees buckle, but no fear takes over. I know in an instant that it's Kellan, though I'm not sure how I

shoulders, trying to

"Wait—"

out of here!" Someone's voice

them are in their wolf forms anymore—probably because it's easier to shove me around with hands instead of paws. Makes sense,

My words fall on deaf ears as they continue pulling me away. "Would

yanking and tugging persist as they drag me several feet away from perceived

firmly against the ground. Magic surges through me, lending strength to my

wind whips past, clearing away the smoke like nature's own fan. Everyone stiffens as they see the figure sprawled on the

breath catches as I spy silver

That's not Ivy.

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runes need to be brighter

instructions.

one needs to curve more at the

detail can ruin not only the strength of the wards I produce,

should restrict any type of magic. At least for a a

silver hair stark against skin the color of storm clouds. Their features are delicate, almost ethereal, but something about them seems wrong. It's almost like looking at a muted version

one in

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