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.

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

their blue eyes wide as they bounce around from person to person. I know the feeling. It's more than just disconcerting when a bunch of wolves

terrifying for a Fae than

of respect in Fae culture. There are

before it can fester. Besides, if my wolves weren't being so suspicious of and mildly hostile toward the Fae,

red-haired Fae. "You were about

twists their fingers together, eyes darting between me and Kellan. "I am called Heize,

glance toward Kellan after stumbling over my title. His expression never changes; just an imposing

being Beta,

as they keep glancing 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 were to explain it in human terms,

"It doesn't belong in this world," he agrees. "A strange existence in nature. Something manufactured and unnatural. Any Fae would feel uncomfortable standing

you sense this?" Kellan asks, no longer sounding quite so interrogative. Just

speak about something familiar, their shoulder's straightening as they stand taller. "This creature disrupts those natural flows.

sense the wrongness, though differently than they do. I would have never understood they

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

head vigorously. "We keep extensive records of magical creatures. For us not to know of these

they glance toward the Magister, who waves a hand at them. "You can speak your

making a thin line even as worry wrinkles their forehead. "My

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

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

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