Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Lisa: Breaches

LISA

I hate feeling helpless.

Ava's out there being chased down by a freaking monster and I'm stuck in a building, surrounded by wolf shifters with a bad attitude.

Not toward me—but in general. The kind of badassery that makes me feel as safe as I guess I can feel, despite knowing that no one can apparently damage the strange wolf.

Guilt and frustration war inside of me. I was starting to get a little comfortable with the idea that I can defend myself, damn it. It was feeling good. Today's been not only a huge blow to that bit of ego, but it's ramped up all kinds of not-great feelings.

Like, I know a lot of lives were lost today. Even one is too many.

And I know my bodyguards were expecting to be part of that number.

Hell, I did, too.

And now I can't even help Ava. If I could just send my damn guards to her, I would.

"Calm down, child." The Grand Sage glances up from his meditation, acting for all the world like Apocalypse v2.0 isn't happening in our own front yard. "Your agitation is riling them."

My guards' eyes flick toward me for the hundredth time, their shoulders rigid beneath their tactical gear. Heat creeps up my neck. They're always so calm and collected, it never really occurred to me that my agitation might feed theirs.

It makes sense, though.

"Sorry."

through my pacing. "Unless you think you're some kind of hero who can save the day

to transcend the events of the moment. She used to intimidate me, but now I know it's just how she is. "I know, I know. I just—" My hands clench into fists. "I hate that

"Accept what you are, girl. Stop trying to

beneath her harsh

enough." The Grand Sage's mild rebuke carries weight even with his eyes closed. His meditation

the nearest guard—he's not one of mine. I think he's one of the guys who follow Ava around. His name escapes me. "Any

jaw tightens, but he doesn't respond. Just like the last dozen times I've asked. Just like all of them have been doing for the past

bother them. They might be talking

it's at least comfortable, if a little crowded. There are seven guards in

my wrist; I swear I'm never going anywhere without it again, even if it makes me look like a

my sleeve for the hundredth time, the fabric bunching and releasing in a nervous rhythm. The door creaks open and my heart leaps—but

my guards

wasn't hurt." My voice comes out sharper than intended. "I never

my wrist anyway, her fingers cool against my pulse point. "Let

knowing arguing with a healer is pointless. "Has anyone heard

back." Something in Vanessa's tone makes

words tumble out. "Did

no." Vanessa's hands move to my shoulders, steadying me. "Minor injuries from

You sound like someone

her scrubs. "The entire compound is on high alert. We've detected multiple breaches in the

my

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