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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

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

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The warmth of his touch is comforting, and I peek at his face through

lowered lashes.

Thoughtful. Concerned. Calm.

Ever the rational alpha."

man, I tell Selene in

for a moment. You don't smell

What an

over the

for a moment over my hand. "I need you to promise

"Yes?"

you

"But that's-"

into this a little more. To keep you safe." Drawing my brows together, I pull my hand from his. "Lucas, I know you understand that Lisa's in

I do, sweetheart. And we're going to

time to sit here while you

willing to take on if I

alone, Ava. We are all in this with you. But I can't

not asking

His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, and Selene pipes

talking, and yet he is still trying to see your side. Do not be afraid to speak your mind, Ava. Only communication will get you out of these muddy v Selene's cold nose touches my

and rub her ears.

my shows on the couch. You two can have this fight anywhere, but if clothes come

bedroom

lap, wet with her saliva, she saunters back to the

us.

channel-there's a talk show on now-to her second favorite, which is running yet another

realize the effects of

shouldn't have been able to say that to him. I should

A Weight

did the

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

that."

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

He's trying.

Like I am.

do you think I'm a

and I can't stare at his face while waiting for his answer. Instead, I pick at the buttons on the remote

that?" His hands. cover mine, stopping the fidgeting. "Sweetheart, you need to

at me."

I don't.

want you by my side. I never should have pushed you away. I've

you."