Tangled

39 Ava: Her Identity

39 Ava: Her Identity

You have the potential, Selene says, her voice a cautious whisper in my mind. The arcane flows through your veins. But…

My breath escapes me in a giddy rush. Magic. Real magic. Human magic. It’s something out of a fairy tale, not something that should exist in my life. Then again, supernaturals exist–and we’re pretty nonstandard,

ourselves.

It’s not that simple, Selene continues, her tone growing more serious. Magic is not a toy, little one. It’s a force of nature, raw and untamed. To wield it requires knowledge, discipline, and control.

I swallow hard, feeling the warning in her words. “But how do I learn? I don’t even know where to start.”

You would need a teacher, Selene explains, her voice tinged with hesitation. Someone well–versed in the arcane arts, who could guide you, show you how to harness and control your power. But magic is a lost art. Magicians were lost to the curse and became shifters.

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Talk about a letdown.

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“So, I won’t be able to do magic.” Is that how you say it? Do magic? Cast magic? Spell magic? Cast spells? It all feels weird in my mouth.

It is unlikely, Selene says, but she still has that cautious

sound to her voice.

“If I tried, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Death.

A simple word, bluntly given, with all the truth in the world behind it. I shudder at the matter–of–fact tone.

magical talent. Until magicians began to teach each other, too many lives were lost in the pursuit of the power within them.

to regain some of the warmth that

say, shoving down the odd sense of loss. Magic would have been amazing to learn, of course. But–if Selene says it’s

Her Identity

volatile.

question that’s been bothering me from the beginning.

Of course.

you separate from me? No shifter has a wolf

my mind. You were born bonded with the ancient magic, she explains in that non–explaining way, where nothing is really answered. We are both separate and one at the same

bonded with ancient magic, and they don’t have any ‘separate‘, only

and I can almost picture her shaking her

now? And what are we, exactly?

Ava: Her

a quiet pride. I came

work better. “How is that possible? Doesn’t

who is matched?”

brisk. For now, it’s more important that you take a cold shower before your

mention of the alpha sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the first tendrils of heat starting

right; I don’t want to be in a frantic state like yesterday. But I can’t let this conversation go just yet. I’m finally getting

you mean, we’re

Selene says, her voice softening. There is much you don’t understand yet. But trust me when I say that

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demand answers, but the heat is building faster now, and I can feel my skin starting to prickle with sweat. I need to get this under control

is

my hospital gown and tossing it on the ground as I go. Niceties

as I can.

don’t know how far they are, but they’re close enough that I’m lifting my chin to sniff, trying to get their scent in

my nose.

of them. One’s a little weaker, but he’ll do

Ava!

nose, which of course does nothing to help but makes me feel better for at least trying, and turn on the

in minutes, huddled under

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but it seems to help keep

extent.

heat even a thing? This is ridiculous. I’m losing my mind because I want some dick? Who came up