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174 Ava: Selene Isn't Human

Selene writhes against the bedspread, looking like a puppy chastised. She says these are our growing pains, and I'm too old to be throwing a tantrum like a pup.

She sounds so offended that I almost laugh.

Almost.

But I can feel the threat in her mental presence. If I dare to laugh now, I'll never hear the end of it.

So I focus on Vanessa, instead.

"Ava, listen. A wolf is not human. Our wolves think of ourselves. first, and everyone else secondary. They're focused on power first, and results second. Not on the sacrifices. Results are what matter, and everyt A soft, husky-like yowling bark comes out of Selene. That isn't true,

Isn't it?

Somehow, it feels very...

Don't you dare finish that thought. Selene snaps at the air. We also care about the sacrifices, and understand relationships become complicated when we do what needs to be done. Vanessa watches me with a patient stare.

"Sorry. Selene was talking."

"I can see that." Her smile is faint. "They usually do, when we get this talk. But it's usually when we're pups, and it comes from our

parents. This is the first wolves and the babes chat I've had with an

adult.

Wolves and the babes?

That sounds so... adorable.

But I remember clearly what a 12-year-old wolf shifter is like. A voracious appetite, short temper, and a tendency towards sneaking around to get what they want. Not very adorable.

"Look, Ava. Ultimately, the relationship wolves have with each other is not the same as humans have with each other. A wolf might understand why they were pushed aside, once all is said an done. They can ac detriment to their pack bond, knowing that the end result is the most important thing. But we," and she points between us, "are not like that. If Lucas were to ghost you, how would you feel?" That's easy. "Terrible." We've already lived through that.

"And if he did things behind your back, saying the entire time that it was what was best for you, and you just have to trust him?"

Seeing where she's going, I can't hold her gaze, lowering

mine to the bedspread. It's soft, with a few threads loose, perfect to pluck while being forced to face hard truths. "I would feel awful. Like he doesn't trust me. Like our relationship isn't as strong as it should be." Thinking on it, on how I felt when I lived in what I felt were gilded cages, "And angry. I would definitely be angry."

Vanessa nods. “Now, have Selene answer that question, and think about it. I'm going to see what I can do to make this 'hare-brained'

174 Art Rolene Un? Human

scheme of yours work."

Selene walks stiff-legged to curl up under the window, flatly

refusing to respond to Vanessa's homework.

Which must mean that Vanessa's assessment of her Lycan psyche is spot-on.

It is not, Selene huffs, sounding rankled.

"Mhm."

get it. These revelations

still doesn't feel like I really did

part of me that's horrified to

But more than that...

up at me

that you're putting yourself

"Selene."

ears twitch, but her sulking

should go

bodies would burn tonight. It

if I'll make it in

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Ava: Solone isn't

my plans in motion. I don't ask how, but Kellan manages to

to make it there in time. Kellan alternates between calm and

me with respect as Lucas' mate; he's never

one that stabs into

knife.

the

massacre.

uncharacteristically silent herself, seeming to struggle with Vanessa's words. There's

can feel her waffling between

about it, because Vanessa's

can be wrong when

yet it's changed something inside my head. Something that makes it hard to look

engines fills my ears as I rest my head against the small oval window. These overwhelming thoughts and

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expanse of clouds. It's a beautiful sunset below us, with orange and pink and shades of blue, darkening into

my eyes, letting out

and all I've really thought

but-I'm the

failure of an

of a

my mind was independence. Of proving I

anyone. Of my life in Cedarwood. All things

from here.

Away from responsibility.

Away from reality.

is missing. She's important. But those people who lost their lives? Those families with a

They're important, too.

freedom, or did

hearing every word of my soft mutterings. "Do you

reflect on the glass as he turns to look at

shoulders slumping at his words. Whatever his opinion

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and I have no idea what blunt words will come

on my way to a funeral, and yet my heart cringes at the thought of another

because I'd been so certain I was growing as a person; now,

families of the victims see

away from the thought, wondering how many will be furious to