Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 438: Lucas: Slow

LUCAS

Pip is surprisingly resilient to our questions, and we learn nothing else. She's decided to stay silent, even when I let some of Aurum's presence leak out of me, to the point she struggles to breathe.

In the end, we've lost Jericho's trail and still have no answers for Ryder's scent, leaving us aggravated. Pip seems to understand we aren't the enemy, and yet she won't confide in us—probably because I came on too strong from the beginning.

It's going to take us forever to get back to Wolf's Landing at this rate, Vester says as he prods Pip into speeding up her pace once again.

The young Fae has no endurance to speak of.

A deep sigh escapes my lips as I watch Pip stumble through another snowdrift. The sun hangs low on the horizon, and we've made little progress toward Wolf's Landing.

"Stop." My voice cuts through the wind. "Take a break."

Pip collapses into the snow, her purple hair stark against the white. The chains on her clothes jingle as she shivers.

We should have gone north, tried to find the survivors. Aurum is annoyed with her slowing us down.

I watch the strange Fae child suffer in silence, panting hard despite the short distance we've walked in the past few hours. She'd never make it. We would have been ripe for ambush. It is better we are bringing her back.

Killing her would be more efficient.

No. His lack of empathy for the Fae was understandable at first, but now borders on extreme. It's as if she has no value to him because she isn't a shifter. He's never had a problem with humans, but Fae… Well, it's understandable. I probably would have felt the same before Ava's trip to the Unregistered city and her stories from that place.

Vester stands by my side, his eyes also trained on our strange captive. At this point, neither of us are sure if we've kidnapped her or are keeping her safe from the New Order. "We need to make better time. It will take us days to return at this rate. Maybe even a week."

"I know." The words taste bitter. Every moment we waste puts more distance between us and any survivors. This mission feels impossible.

My fingers brush against my watch, but it's still not working.

Pip's teeth chatter as she hugs her knees. She's not dressed for this weather, and the coat we've pulled out of our travel pack is far too large for her. Still, it's better than nothing.

Despite her rebellious appearance, she's just a child. A child who chose silence over betrayal when pressed, even if she was a bit of a chatterbox at the start. That kind of loyalty deserves respect, even if it complicates our mission.

But we still have to move faster. "Ten minutes. Then we move."

widen at the gesture, but she stays silent. Smart girl. She's

talk, Aurum mutters. Once we have the information, we could leave her. He's worried about Jericho; I can feel it down the end of

time here." He's not advocating to get rid of

to my two nearest scouts,

I think of it, they're both

hearing won't pick up our conversation, I hope. There's too much I don't know about the Fae and their capabilities.

The wind whips harder here, cutting through

come out harsh. "Her feet are probably soaked through her ridiculous

His jaw tightens

exposure." I rake a hand through my hair. "She's our only source of information about Jericho and

known me long enough to read the set of my

two others and find the nearest town." I meet his eyes. "We

up. "You

with her like this." I gesture toward Pip. "She needs to warm up, and we need to make better time. While you're

we

quirk. "But ultimately, do what needs to

you and

you let me out, I can get her to talk. She's

head, I answer, "We'll keep

risky. They'll be looking for the car,

we get answers." We need to know more,

once, already moving to gather his team. Efficient and calm, he's wasted as a delta. Still, as long as he remains loyal to our pack, I will keep him.

agrees. But soft. He does not have the ruthless streak we need

his thoughts aside. His bloodthirsty nature has its uses, but not with a child. His opinions were never so pointed before, but our bond has changed in many ways over these

about two miles from here.

My eyes drift to the south. There's a rural road there; one of the scouts

into the skyline. Pip hasn't moved, still shivering on the ground, helplessly breathing on her fingers in an attempt to

the enemy, Aurum growls. Do

child, and she's on our side. She just

'help' leads our enemies straight

striding toward Pip.