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

my head," I croak out. "Pretty sure

she's being a smartass, she's probably fine, Grimoire says, sounding

takes over. I know in an instant that it's Kellan, though I'm not sure how

my arms, my shoulders,

"Wait—"

Someone's voice drowns out my

because it's easier to shove me around with hands instead of paws. Makes sense, but it will never not be awkward to be manhandled by

on deaf ears as

tugging persist as they drag me

surges through me, lending strength to my voice. "Damn it, listen to

away the smoke like nature's own fan. Everyone stiffens as

breath catches as I spy silver

That's not Ivy.

* * *

runes need to be

fingers trace over the rope, following Grimoire's instructions. Light blooms beneath my

one needs to curve more at the

small detail

restrict any type of

delicate, almost ethereal, but something about them seems wrong. It's almost like looking at a muted version of a photo negative instead

seen one in person, but there are

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