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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

if I

what's happening to me than anyone else." Light reflects off the water in my glass, and I lower my eyes, turning the cup in circles. "I need to know more about this power. It's putt people

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Ava, A Weight

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

lowered lashes.

Thoughtful. Concerned. Calm.

Ever the rational alpha."

a good man, I

for a moment. You

an odd

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

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

"Yes?"

torn. "I need you to stay away from

"But that's-"

more. To keep you safe." Drawing my brows together, I pull

we're going to do everything

here while you look into things.

risk I'm willing to take on if I can get even one step closer to bringing

We are all in

not asking for permission,

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 mind, Ava. Only communication will get

and rub her ears.

fight anywhere, but if clothes come off, I ask that you do it in

bedroom

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

between us. "What's going

now-to her second favorite, which is

then that I realize the effects of the food have worn

say that to him. I should have blabbed

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did the effects

he says hesitantly, distracting me from that

that."

lines from a

He's trying.

Like I am.

you think I'm a

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

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

at me."

I don't.

by my side. I never should have pushed you away. I've regretted it for so long.

you."