Chapter 421: Ava: Functioning Luna in Crisis (II)

"What ship?" I ask, because it's the first time I've ever heard of this thing. We have a ship? We're not even close to the ocean, so how can we have a ship?

But the Grand Sage isn't interested in answering. He jumps to the floor in a flurry of movement, snapping his fingers in our general direction. "Come, come. You wanted to know where they are. Now we know."

My eyes brighten. If the Grand Sage knows where they are, then—

"Stay here," Kellan says.

"No."

Okay. Maybe Functioning Luna—

Stop.

Maybe Functioning Ava shouldn't be heading out. Maybe she should be staying here, safe in Wolf's Landing, with her people.

But there's something zinging around in my blood, insisting that I need to be there. My wolves are great people. They are strong, capable, and I know they would lay down their lives for this pack.

Magic, though? They're woefully incapable of handling anything to deal with magic.

"I'm going," I say, even though my instinct is to ask for permission instead.

Kellan just nods. That's it. The argument's over in half a second. "Understood. Dr. Blackwell, how far is this ship?"

The Grand Sage shakes his head. "It's close. Near where your soldiers picked us up when we got here."

but Kellan seems to know immediately. "Understood. Greg," and he motions to the

of how

the overwhelming issue at hand. "What

unconscious. Still

than one of me. We need an army of freaking witches I can send wherever I need. Maybe I can start some sort of

and the like. Grimoire perks up at my train of thought, sounding excited at the prospect, but I

the time, Ava. Not. The.

this creature can do to my people. "They shouldn't be able

hits me. Or maybe it's not brilliant. I'm not sure how the biology of gray-skinned Fae-maybe people work,

kind of nod where people have to check with him to make sure it's okay to obey me,

"Understood, Luna."

one doesn't leave your sight for a single moment,

* * *

back before we leave, but there's no time to even acknowledge her. We're in a rush,

like twenty wolves,

they're going to split off. Some ahead, some behind,

just needs a word or a motion of Kellan's hand to know what they're supposed to do. I'm a lot less

to it immediately. It's easy to breathe, even in this cold. The sky is clear and bright, without any clouds to muddy us up with any possibility of snow. The

I'm deeply concerned the people we are

with the shifted, and her predatory instincts are strong enough to underline every thought

Hunt.

Hunt.

chant in my bones, an insistent whisper

Hunt.

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