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.

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

arms vigorously, trying to regain some of the

sense 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 my

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volatile.

focus on a question that’s been bothering me from the beginning. “Selene,

Of course.

are you separate from me? No shifter has a wolf with a physical

the ancient magic, she explains in that non–explaining way, where nothing

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

I can almost picture her

professor now? And what are we, exactly? Are you a Lycan or a

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quiet pride. I came to be with you of my own choice.

work better. “How is

who is matched?”

now, it’s more important that you take a

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

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

do you mean, we’re separate and one at

don’t understand yet. But trust me when I say that everything will be revealed in

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can feel my skin starting

humiliation is enough.

and tossing it on the ground as I go. Niceties

as I can.

wolf. I don’t know how far they are, but they’re close enough that

my nose.

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

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but makes me feel better for at least trying, and turn

shivering in minutes, huddled under that freezing

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but it seems to help keep

extent.

This is ridiculous. I’m losing my mind because I want some dick? Who came up with this