Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 416: Lucas: DiscoveryLUCAS

Something isn't right.

Maybe it's the smooth run through the night. Maybe it's the peace in the air. I'm so used to something coming around every corner these days; for plans to move without a single hiccup, it's no wonder my paranoia is on the rise.

The flat landscape stretches before us, an endless expanse of winter-kissed grass and scattered snow patches. My paws eat up the distance with practiced ease, though my mind wanders to the watch secured in the pack strapped to my back. One quick shift and I could check on Ava.

No. I promised myself I wouldn't hover.

Aurum rumbles in agreement, but a whine escapes him anyway. The scent of honey and vanilla has long faded, but lingers in our mind.

Soon, I promise him. We'll be back before you know it.

My wolf's restlessness mirrors my own. The territory ahead shouldn't be so bare, and I should be able to sense something with my pack link. Yet we've encountered nothing but empty plains and unsettling silence.

There's not a single sign of Ryder's passing.

Vester appears by my side, keeping our steady pace easily. We should have crossed paths with at least three different patrols by now.

His thoughts echo my own. We're close enough to Jericho's safe haven that I should sense him, should be able to reach out through our bond. But there's nothing beyond our small group.

We knew this was a possibility. We'll know more when we get closer. Any word from Vanessa?

His mate's reach is farther than mine. I'm not certain of its exact limitations, but I know she's messaged him at long distances in the past.

Nothing since well before dawn.

The sun beats down from its highest point, marking noon's arrival. We're maybe two hours out from our destination, but each step feels wrong.

Aurum's hackles rise as we cross a familiar marker—an old oak split by lightning. I haven't seen it myself, but its impression lies deep in my memory, given by my scouts.

There are no birds. No small game. Just the whisper of wind over crusted snow.

Something isn't right.

Alpha. But I scent nothing.

trace

here in

this clean of life's traces.

your senses

Understood, Alpha.

It's hard to shake this sense of dread, and the urge to shift and check in through the watch grows

so much, changed so much, in a short time. The flight risk

Our mate is strong. These

We're close. There should

Instead, there's more silence.

tension as

that stops us dead in our tracks. Aurum's nose lifts to the air, testing each note with growing

an itchy smell, not clean and pure like Ava's. Something darker, like I'd imagine corruption to smell—not that the taint in our

all, the unmistakable stench

Aurum confirms. Miles from

us, alert and waiting. No one needs to voice what we're all

to my right

teeth bare at

hackles bristle, his tail down.

to my people. But time works against us—every minute we spend tracking this magic is another minute something could be happening at the camp.

scouts ahead to the camp while we check the source. It's the logical choice, even as my instincts rail against dividing our forces

decide. The rest of you continue to the camp. Stay alert and

away, heading north toward the camp. I watch until they disappear over a ridge, then

wind shifts, bringing another wave of that putrid magic. This time, there's something

Something strange and familiar.

* * *

our paws as we shimmy our way up the last rolling hill. My wolves fan out behind me, their movements precise and controlled despite the uneven terrain. That