Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Ava: Ivy's Fate

Magister Orion and his Fae friends are settled into the Grand Sage's cabin, though there isn't much room. Elverly, shockingly, takes it all in stride, without a single complaint. She treats the Fae with respect; it's so strange, coming out of that cranky old gnome woman. Is she ill?

Magister Orion settles into his vigil over the dream-eater, and the weight of responsibility lifts from my shoulders, if only for a moment. He's the only other person who can help me in this situation.

It's nice to have backup.

I am here, Grimoire points out.

It's not the same.

The question burns in my throat, but I need to know. Everyone else has left the room—once Elverly's room, but we've moved her bed into the Grand Sage's in order to use it as a temporary holding cell—except for Magister Orion, who studies the dream-eater's unconscious form with intense focus.

"Magister." My voice is soft; it's hard to let the words come out. "I need to ask you something."

His eyes meet mine. "Yes, child?"

"Ivy Shadowpine. She's a wolf shifter, a strong one. She's been missing since the dream-eater appeared at our hospital."

His head inclines slightly, encouraging me to go on.

"There was a strange feeling within her, something that felt corrupted and alive inside her."

His expression shifts, a subtle tightening around his eyes. "You suspect possession."

"Is it possible?" Heat rises to my face. "Could the dream-eater have taken over her body?" It's a fantastical question, especially once the dream-eater showed a form that doesn't look anything like Ivy. But she's still missing, and there's no other conclusion I can come to.

Orion's gaze returns to the creature. His massive frame seems to grow still, like a statue carved from

is expected, but still

gestures to the dream-eater. "These creatures do not possess in the way you are thinking; they leave no trace of their victims. They consume the

is—" The words stick in my throat. It's hard to

The dream-eater did not take her body, but stole her form.

hands shake; this creature was walking among us,

easily learned her mannerisms, her

through the conversation as he opens the

Magister waves his hand at me. "Go. Rest.

Vanessa to meet

glaze over for a

* * *

she suspected much of the same. We both wonder how long

The scent of coffee fills the air—rich, bitter, and mildly nauseating, like the thoughts swirling

need to tell Clayton about Ivy." The words are dirt in my

carries that stern Beta authority, probably because the other party

his steely gaze. "It has to come from me. It would be disrespectful..." My voice trails off. The memory of Ivy confiding in me at the hospital… Was that real? Or

Lucas do this? How does he handle

Dark circles ring her eyes, testament to the chaos of the day.

I don't wish I had

can't handle it anymore. Though, this subject isn't any better. "How many did

"Twenty-seven confirmed. Three more are critical. The others…

Twenty-seven.

My heart aches.

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