Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 421

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."

Greg," and he motions to the wolf

hand. "I am aware of

though, is the one to bring up the overwhelming issue at hand. "What about that?" he asks, jerking his head toward the captive in

Still

of freaking witches I can send wherever

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

time, Ava.

confidence is hard, considering how much damage this creature can do to my people. "They shouldn't

not brilliant. I'm not sure how the biology of gray-skinned Fae-maybe people work, after all. "Have Vanessa

isn't the kind of nod where people

"Understood, Luna."

for

* * *

leave, but there's no time to even acknowledge her. We're in

like twenty

shifted, and I learn through Kellan's orders that they're going to split off. Some ahead, some behind, just keeping an eye on

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

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

concerned the people we are out to hunt

and her predatory instincts are strong enough to underline

Hunt.

Hunt.

like a rhythmic chant in my bones, an insistent whisper in

Hunt.

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