Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Ava: Pellonia

Magister Orion looks stunned when he comes into the tent, his swirling eyes landing on the small Fae girl Lucas calls Pip.

"What are you doing here?!" the giant man roars, and the wolves who had followed Lucas on his mission tense. None of them have met the Magister before.

Lucas, to his credit, remains aloof, though his hand tightens on my shoulder. "Do you recognize Pip, Magister?"

Magister Orion's face twists into a scowl. The expression transforms his usually dignified features into something fierce. My heart skips a beat at his thunderous reaction, but he smooths his expression and bows to Lucas with perfect court manners.

"Alpha Westwood. My deepest apologies for my outburst."

Lucas' hand relaxes on my shoulder. The warmth of his touch anchors me as I study Pip's face. Her purple hair seems duller now, less vibrant. Fear and relief war in her expression—but there's something else, easily recognizable. Her jaw is set in what looks an awful lot like defiance.

"This child," Magister Orion says, "is not who she claims to be."

Pip's shoulders hunch. The chains on her clothes jingle as she shifts her weight.

"Her name is Pellonia. She should be safely tucked away in a haven on the other side of the country."

Pip—no, Pellonia—hangs her head.

"So, you know her." Lucas's tone isn't a question.

"Indeed." Magister Orion's eyes swirl faster, betraying his agitation. "And her father will be most displeased to learn she is here."

Pellonia's head snaps up. "You can't tell him!"

"I absolutely can and will, young lady."

uneasily. Magister Orion's massive frame seems to grow

Pellonia mumbles something unintelligible.

"Speak up, your highness."

breath catches. Highness? The title rings through the tent like a bell, and suddenly I understand

weeks," the girl says, her

nose. "Three weeks. You've been missing

she protests.

you, your highness, to leave a note before vanishing

my shoulder. "Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more

"We should.

Her chains jingle again as she

not a

"I'm helping the rebellion!"

"You are a child."

"I'm thirty-seven years old!"

be somewhere between thirteen and fifteen to claim they're thirty-seven years old… But, the lifespan of a Fae is very long. I can see how a thirty-seven year old

point." Magister Orion's voice softens.

She looks so young, so vulnerable, that

say, drawing his attention.

Luna, you don't understand the gravity of this situation. This is the seventeenth daughter of

wearing ripped jeans and chains, looking like she raided

little more information on this rebellion? The situation we

orders… I wasn't even aware Pellonia was missing." His swirling eyes fix on the

Fae Crown Prince leads a faction against the New

cutting through the air. Her chains jingle as she steps forward, hands

dark colors, his pointed

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