Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 442: Ava: Strange New Addition

Wolf shifter men are, as a standard, larger and broader than human average. Six of them in a single minivan will certainly overpower it, but that's how they've managed to limp their way home—with a strange new addition.

"You said they were bringing a captive, not a child," I mutter to Vanessa, who seems unsurprised by the young girl's presence.

"Yes, well, age doesn't determine threat level." Vanessa's words fade into background noise as Lucas emerges.

My heart stutters. His golden eyes lock onto mine, and my world narrows to the space between us. One stride. Two. Three. His arms wrap around me, crushing me against the solid wall of his chest. The familiar scent of amber and campfire smoke floods my senses.

"You're safe." His voice rumbles through me. "When I couldn't reach you—"

"I know." My fingers curl into his shirt. Every muscle in my body unwinds, releasing tension I hadn't realized I'd been carrying. "I was worried, too."

Over Lucas's shoulder, I watch Kellan and Vester exchange a warrior's greeting—forearms clasped before Vester yanks Kellan into a quick, rough embrace. The small Fae girl between them looks even tinier, her purple hair a stark contrast against the snow. Her chains jingle as she shifts from foot to foot.

As much as I want to revel in Lucas' return, I can't ignore her.

"What are you planning to do with her?" The girl can't be more than thirteen, and something about her reminds me of myself at that age—lost, uncertain, trying to appear braver than I feel. Maybe I'm projecting.

Lucas's arms tighten fractionally. "She has information about the New Order. And about Jericho. I missed you."

The warmth of his love clashes with the ice chill of worry in my veins. I haven't seen the old man, but I'm still hoping for good news. "Jericho? Did you find him?"

clenches against my temple. "But we found what

faces, her brows pulled together as her entire body trembles. Her fingers toy with one of the chains running from her shoulder to her belt—not restraints, I realize,

to us," Lucas continues. "Claims she was trying to help evacuate

mark over my crescent scar, I frown in the direction of the girl.

voice pitched low and soothing. "We just need to get

touch his arm.

He shakes his head. "But we'll treat her fairly. We should be on the same side, but we don't have enough information to be certain. She could be lying,

last part comes out as a quiet rumble meant for my ears alone. I watch as Kellan and Vester escort the girl further into Wolf's Landing, their broad frames making her

exhausted." Lucas' thumb traces the shadows beneath my eyes. "What happened here? I heard some of

There's so much to explain. "I want to drag you home and never

light up. "I

firmly, wiggling out of his arms, "there's too much

"Yes."

bring her to the Magister. Maybe she'll open up to him. It doesn't look like the Fae

I talk. Then, he's back.

the Unregistered City; I've forgotten how many scouts have lost their lives trying to learn more about it. The history between Fae and wolf shifters is

it odd that the other supernaturals are so interconnected, but only our wolf packs have been segregated?" I ask, as Lucas finally walks with me. Not in the direction of

odd?" He scratches at his chin. "I suppose it is. Fae and vampires aren't often seen even in the

"That's just weird. Not even

have always been strange," Lucas agrees with a sigh. "But the Registered Communities here are usually filled with non-wolf shifters, half-breeds, and rogue wolves. There are many other types of supernaturals—we've heard Japan has a

asked long ago, but history lessons weren't a priority of mine. It's been go-go-go and survival every step of