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.

They're all so pretty. "You must understand—among wolves, titles and rank carry great weight. Luna Ava rules beside her mate

I know the feeling. It's more than just disconcerting when a

a Fae

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

I clear my throat, eager to move past this cultural misunderstanding before it can fester. Besides, if my wolves weren't being

red-haired Fae. "You were about to

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

toward Kellan after stumbling over my title. His expression never changes; just an imposing stare on his impassive

of being Beta, and

the others. "But that thing—" They point toward the unconscious figure. "It radiates

agrees. "A strange existence in nature.

you sense this?" Kellan asks, no

as they stand taller. "This

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

thoughtful. He hasn't softened, but his body posturing has

keep extensive records of magical creatures.

falter, and they glance toward the Magister, who waves

as worry wrinkles their forehead. "My

knowledge. For

black hair and lilac-colored eyes that glitter. "Hi, Luna Ava. My name is Eris. It's a pleasure to meet you." She holds

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