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.

to determine their gender. They're all so pretty. "You must understand—among wolves, titles and rank carry great weight. Luna Ava rules beside her mate as an equal partner. She is not my student here, but

person to person. I know the feeling. It's more than just disconcerting

less terrifying for a Fae than

again. "Please understand that 'Mistress' is a standard term of respect in Fae culture. There are no… implications your people might associate with such

throat, eager to move past this cultural misunderstanding before it can fester. Besides, if my wolves weren't being so suspicious of and mildly hostile toward the Fae, they

the red-haired Fae.

darting between me and Kellan. "I am called Heize,

my title. His expression never changes; just an imposing stare on his

over years of being Beta, and he wields it like a

point toward the unconscious figure. "It radiates with malicious intent. Any Fae

he agrees. "A strange existence in nature. Something manufactured and unnatural. Any Fae would

no longer sounding quite so interrogative.

Heize's confidence grows as they speak about something familiar, their shoulder's straightening as they stand taller. "This creature disrupts those natural flows. Imagine having a row

wrongness, though differently than they

his body posturing has calmed down. "And you've never encountered

keep extensive records of magical creatures. For us not to know of

falter, and they glance toward the Magister, who waves a hand at them.

as worry wrinkles their forehead. "My assumption would be that the knowledge was buried

ourselves on our vast libraries and knowledge. For something of this nature to be omitted from our history

his friends jumps forward then. They're shorter than most Fae, with long black hair and lilac-colored eyes that glitter. "Hi, Luna Ava. My

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