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153 Ava: A Weight off Her Shoulders

This isn't so bad, right?1 ask Selene, buoyed by the gentle smile on Lucas' face,

At first I thought it was a facade to hide his anger, but he doesn't

once lash out.

Doesn't berate me.

Doesn't yell.

Just nods. Smiles. Listens.

And accepts it all.

Right, Selene says, but she sounds evasive.

So when Lucas hands me a glass of water and nudges me to sit at the table across from him, I do without hesitation.

"Okay," he finally says, leaning over the table to stare into my eyes. "Lay it on me."

He sounds a little like he's bracing himself. I can't blame him. I am,

too.

I take a deep breath. "I'm not a normal shifter."

He nods slowly. "We've established this."

I inhale sharply, searching for the right words. How do I explain something I barely understand myself? The power within me is like the wind; it exists, and occasionally makes itself known, but I can't search for it "I have some kind of magical aptitude," I finally say, meeting Lucas'

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gaze. "But I need training to control it. Without proper guidance, it could be dangerous."

Lucas stares at me, his brow furrowed. The silence stretches

between us, heavy with unspoken questions.

"What do you mean by magical aptitude, Ava?" His voice is steady, but I can sense the underlying concern.

The weight of my own ignorance is crushing, and I can only shrug. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. All I know is that there's a power inside me, and it's not like anything I've ever known. You saw it, too. The r His eyes narrow as he thinks back. "Your running. We assumed it was some sort of side effect from your dormant wolf."

Motioning toward Selene, I say, "She wasn't dormant. Our bond is different."

I take a deep breath, cautiously optimistic by his measured. responses. "I don't know enough about this, but Sister Miriam knows. She's going to connect me with a teacher so I can learn to control it." Lucas leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "And trust this Sister Miriam?"

you

I trust her

Light reflects off the water in my glass, and I lower my eyes, turning the cup in circles. "I need to

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table, his hand covering mine. The warmth of his touch is comforting, and I peek

lowered lashes.

Thoughtful. Concerned. Calm.

Ever the rational alpha."

I tell Selene

a moment. You

What an odd

doesn't sound like she's choking over the words anymore, but there's something

he says, his fingers tensing for a moment over my hand. "I need

"Yes?"

torn. "I need you to stay away from Sister

"But that's-"

little more. To keep you safe." Drawing my brows together, I pull my hand from his.

do, sweetheart. And we're going to do

don't have time to sit here while you look into things. I know

willing to take on if I

groans. "You're not alone, Ava. We are all in this with you. But

asking

know, I know. His eyes close as he takes a deep breath,

yet he is still trying to see your side. Do not be afraid to speak your

and rub her ears.

this fight anywhere,

bedroom

she saunters

us.

show on now-to her second favorite, which is running yet another one of her shows. I've

realize the effects of the food

have been able to say that to him. I should have blabbed my entire thought

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did the effects

talk to me," he says hesitantly, distracting me from that line of thought. "I appreciate you opening

that."

sounds like he's reciting lines from a book, but Selene's words echo

He's trying.

Like I am.

you think

for his answer. Instead, I pick at the buttons on the remote Selene

not. Ava, why would you think that?" His hands. cover mine, stopping the fidgeting. "Sweetheart, you

at me."

I don't.

don't have to. But really, really listen to my words. Ava, you're not a freak. Wolf or no wolf, I want you by my side. I never should have pushed you away. I've

you."