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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

don't know if I trust

circles. "I need to know more about this power. It's putt people

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of his touch is comforting, and I peek at

lowered lashes.

Thoughtful. Concerned. Calm.

Ever the rational alpha."

a good man, I tell

for a moment. You don't smell

What an odd

like she's choking over the words anymore, but there's something there that I can't quite put my

his fingers tensing for a moment over my hand. "I

"Yes?"

torn. "I need you to stay away

"But that's-"

look into this a little more. To keep you safe." Drawing my brows together, I pull

going to do everything in our power to

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

if I can get even one step

Ava. We are all in this

asking

takes a deep

be afraid

and rub her ears.

couch. You two can have this fight anywhere,

bedroom

my lap, wet with her saliva, she saunters back to the living room,

glances between us. "What's going

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

that I realize the effects

that to him. I should have blabbed my

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did the

feel as though you can't talk to me," he says hesitantly, distracting me from that line of thought. "I appreciate you

that."

he's reciting lines from a

He's trying.

Like I am.

you think

face while waiting for his answer. Instead, I pick

Ava, why would you think that?" His hands. cover mine, stopping the fidgeting. "Sweetheart,

at me."

I don't.

Wolf or no wolf, I want you by my side. I never should have pushed you

you."