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.

each other, too

arms vigorously, trying to regain some of the

of loss. Magic would have been amazing to learn, of course. But–if Selene says it’s too dangerous, I believe her. It isn’t worth

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volatile.

bothering me from the beginning.

Of course.

you separate from me? No shifter has a wolf with a physical body.”

a thoughtful sound that echoes through my mind. You were born bonded with the ancient magic, she explains in

shifters are bonded with ancient magic, and they don’t have any ‘separate‘, only ‘one‘. Why am I different?”

something that can’t be helped, Selene sighs, and I can almost picture her

And what are we, exactly? Are you a Lycan or a shifter?”

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pride. I came to be with you of my own

makes my brain work

who is matched?”

brisk. For now, it’s more important that

a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the first

want to be in a frantic state like yesterday. But I can’t let

you mean, we’re separate and one at the same time? I don’t understand any of

voice softening. There is much you don’t understand yet. But trust me when I say that everything will be revealed

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more later.

and I can feel my skin starting to

humiliation is

my hospital gown and tossing it on the ground as I go. Niceties are foregone; I just want to get

as I can.

I don’t know how far they are, but

my nose.

of them. One’s a

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

huddled under

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to help keep my mind

extent.

I talk to Selene through my mind again. Why is heat even a thing? This is ridiculous. I’m losing my mind because I want some dick? Who came up with this stupid