Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Ava: Culture Clash

The others who came with the Grand Sage seem to understand the horrors this dream-eater brings. "Do they know about dream-eaters?" I ask the Magister, who glances behind him.

They all shake their heads, but they still look horrified.

One steps forward. Vaguely familiar. Red hair. Super long, pointy ears. Weirdly wearing what looks like clothes you would buy out of any sort of outdoorsy sports store, not stuff people wear in the Fae Ward. Seeing a giant, fur-lined winter coat, jeans, and boots on a Fae definitely feels weird.

"Mistress Ava—"

The snarls ripple through the air before I even process what happened. My people bare their teeth, chests out and eyes dark, metaphorical hackles raised at the red-haired Fae's words. My stomach drops at the sudden hostility.

Magister Orion steps between his companion and the wolves, his voice booming. "Why such aggression to one of mine, wolf?"

"She is our Luna," Kellan says, his words frigid. "She is no mistress."

Their dramatic overreaction would be amusing, if it didn't ratchet the tension in this tent by a factor of two hundred or so.

Males, Selene says with a sigh, even as Magister Orion inclines his head.

The gesture is diplomatic, and he spreads his hands wide. "My deepest apologies for our oversight. We meant no disrespect to your Luna."

Some of the tension bleeds from Kellan's shoulders, though his eyes remain sharp. The others relax their stances, though too many of them are still frowning.

titles and rank carry great weight. Luna Ava rules beside her mate as an equal partner. She is not my student here, but a leader of her

bounce around from person to person. I know the feeling. It's

less terrifying for a Fae than a

Kellan again. "Please understand that 'Mistress' is a standard term of respect in Fae culture. There are no… implications

Besides, if my wolves weren't being so suspicious of

ask the red-haired Fae. "You were

darting between me and Kellan. "I am

title. His expression never changes; just an

of being Beta, and he wields it like a

at Kellan and the others. "But that thing—" They point toward the unconscious figure. "It radiates with malicious intent. Any Fae can sense it. If I

"It doesn't belong in this world," he agrees. "A strange existence in nature. Something manufactured and

can you sense this?" Kellan asks, no longer sounding quite so

attuned to natural magic." Heize's confidence grows as they speak about something familiar, their shoulder's straightening as they stand taller.

I can sense the wrongness, though differently than they do. I would have never understood they were a manufactured

posturing has calmed down.

"We keep extensive records of magical creatures. For us not

and they glance toward the Magister, who waves a hand

as worry wrinkles their

Magister Orion sighs. "We Fae pride ourselves on our vast libraries and knowledge. For something of this nature to be

friends jumps forward then. They're shorter than most Fae, with long black hair and lilac-colored eyes that glitter. "Hi, Luna Ava. My name is Eris. It's a pleasure to meet you." She holds out one hand, then pumps mine

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