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.

turns to the red-haired Fae, whose delicate features make it impossible to determine their gender. They're all so pretty. "You must understand—among wolves, titles and rank carry great

as they bounce around from person to person. I know the

terrifying for a Fae than

is a standard term of respect in Fae culture. There are no… implications

move past this cultural misunderstanding before it can fester. Besides, if my wolves weren't being

ask the red-haired Fae. "You were

red-haired Fae twists their fingers together, eyes darting between me and Kellan. "I am

His expression never changes; just an imposing

being Beta, and

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

in this world," he agrees. "A strange existence in nature. Something manufactured

you sense this?" Kellan asks, no longer

they speak about something familiar, their shoulder's straightening as they stand taller. "This

than they do. I would have never understood they were a

but his body posturing has calmed

Heize shakes their head vigorously. "We keep extensive records of magical

Magister, who waves a hand at them. "You can speak your

line even as worry wrinkles their forehead.

our vast libraries and knowledge. For something of this

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

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