Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 447: Ava: Spicing it Up

The mood in Wolf's Landing is strange over the next few days. Magister Orion has taken over Pip's care, but she's refusing to talk. The other Fae seem to hate her, which is strange considering Magister Orion's polite deference to the child—though it makes sense when I remember they aren't fond of the Fae King.

Lisa doesn't have any more situations where she wanders off, and Kellan is personally leading the scouts in search of the Mad Prince's presence. Aside from a dead, bloodless human two hours south, there's nothing to find.

While most of the wolves are ignorant to the issues surrounding Lisa, they've adapted to having a new Fae in our midst. Everyone's getting used to the strange events that seem prominent in my life, and the Fae have endeared themselves to a good portion of our shifters after their help in rebuilding the hospital.

Having Lucas back also boosts the morale of our pack, as it always does. It's as if the dream-eater's attack never happened. Everyone's moved on, but the peace is uneasy.

The mattress creaks as I shift for the hundredth time tonight, punching my pillow into submission. Not that it helps. My mind races with too many thoughts, each one more urgent than the last.

Lucas's arm drapes over my side, heavy and warm. His steady breathing tickles my neck, and I envy how peacefully he sleeps.

Can't sleep? Selene's voice whispers.

"No." I stare at the wall, counting the shadows cast by moonlight through our window. "Too much happening."

You should rest. Tomorrow—

"I know."

Tomorrow Clayton arrives. Tomorrow we need to figure out what's wrong with Lisa. Tomorrow we need to deal with Pip. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

The dream-eater still lies unconscious in our custody. No one knows what to do with it. And somewhere out there, the Mad Prince lurks. And we haven't even touched the issues of the New Order and our lives moving forward. Sometimes, it would be nice to be a pack of ostriches instead of wolves.

Lucas shifts again, pulling me closer. His nose nuzzles my hair, and for a moment, I think he's awake. But his breathing remains deep and even.

Your thoughts are too loud, Grimoire complains.

"Then stop listening to them."

The shadows on the wall blur as my eyes water from exhaustion. I should sleep. I need to sleep. But every time I close my eyes, I see Ivy's face. I imagine what it must have felt like, being consumed by that thing. Did she know what was happening? Did she suffer?

Stop. This path leads nowhere good. You need sleep.

Lucas' arm tightens around me, and this time I know he's awake. He doesn't speak, just holds me closer, his chest pressed against my back.

I trace my fingers along his arm, following the familiar contours of muscle and sinew. His skin is hot against mine, a reminder of the fire that burns within all wolves. All wolves except me.

murmurs into my

"I'm trying."

strokes my hip in slow circles. "No, you're

new shadows on the wall. I watch them dance, trying to empty my mind. Lucas' steady heartbeat thrums against my back, a rhythm that usually

our fingers. He doesn't ask what's

Lucas' voice rumbles against my neck, his breath warm on

me. "That

His lips brush my shoulder. "Always works for

one

vibrates with silent laughter.

face him. Even in the darkness, his golden eyes catch what little moonlight filters through our window. "Remember last

"I was tired."

"You snored."

"Wolves don't snore."

My fingers trace the stubble along

slides up my back.

Kellan. He heard you from

lying." He captures my south-wandering hand and presses a kiss to my palm. "Kellan's cabin

I laugh.

wind." His tone drips with amusement. "Of

two are quite finished, Grimoire grumbles, some of

eavesdropping," I

have to

the lines of

was Grimoire. He said he wouldn't need to hear any of it if we would go

familiar tingling tightens my nerve endings, and

better there than where it

Lucas murmurs, his breath warm and wet against my

"Traitor."

in the darkness, but the pecks are soft and sweet. "But

to be punished," I tease, snuggling a little closer. His erection is hard against my thigh, and I press my leg against

under my palm. "Fascinating thought. I'm open to spicing up our sex

and I immediately yank my leg back down while smacking at his chest. "That's not what I