Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Lucas: Pip (I)

LUCAS

If there's a button in the snow, there's a reason for it.

But there's still no hint of oncoming attack, leaving us all on edge. Is this another sick prank of the vampires? Lead us on a merry chase with nothing at the end, time and time again, until we become complacent and lazy?

Months of chasing empty leads has proven we won't fall for that tactic.

Fall back. I send out the command just as the air shimmers in front of me and a young girl falls about five feet to the ground with a curse.

"Dammit, they can at least calculate the coordinates properly," she mutters, pushing herself to stand.

She's a tiny thing, with short purple hair, wearing black jeans, a tight black shirt, and a lot of chains. There's one from her belt loop into her pocket, another from her shoulder to her belt, one from her wrist to her elbow—it's a strange aesthetic.

The growls of my pack echo. Vester takes point, hackles raised and teeth bared in a vicious snarl as he approaches the strange girl. Her scent carries traces of magic, but nothing like what we tracked here.

The girl's head snaps up from where she's been brushing snow off her black jeans. Her eyes widen, and the color drains from her face.

"Oh, Royal King, I'm so fucked."

The chains on her outfit jingle as she takes a step back. Her pulse races, the sound clear even from this distance. She's terrified.

Her ears are pointed under all that purple.

Fae, then.

can already feel his understanding

book falls to the ground, but she's too scared to pick it back up, her eyes darting from one wolf to another. When her eyes land on me, she flinches, her eyes widening even

their golden eyes fixed on our unexpected visitor. Someone wanted us to be here for this meeting,

through my muscles, bones cracking and reforming as I return to human form. Aurum's

bite. Quick and

No.

them with her hands, nearly slapping herself with the frantic

doesn't call for humor, even if her reaction is amusing. She doesn't

of pants. The fabric scratches against my skin as I slip them on, still watching the girl. Her

against the snow, but I don't

and why

intensifies. "C-Can I

"Yes."

Pip. Just Pip. And I really wasn't supposed to land here. Or now. Or in front of you.

"Why are you here?"

someone messed with the coordinates. Again. They always do this to me, you know? 'Oh, let's send the newbie, she won't mind if

We could, Aurum suggests.

My voice sharpens.

It's a place. I don't think I'm supposed to tell

snarls, and she

"Okay, I'll tell."

She's easy.

Order. They're working with a bunch of… uh, you guys, I guess. Maybe

the middle of

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