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318 Ava: Waiting For Him to Wake

Out, Selene says simply.

The journey into his woll's mind was long. It was a turbulent sea, every inch taken a victory.

Getting out is much easier.

Between one instant and the next, there's nothing more than a distinct yank from Selene's mind, and it's as though I'm sucked through a vortex and thrown back into my own head. There's enough force that 1 pitch forward and almost hit my face against the ground before my hands fly up to save myself.

"Fuck"

My body's soaked. There's only a small light on in the kitchen; the rest of the house is dark, the windows showing evidence of nightfall.

I'm a used dishrag, flattened to the floor, struggling to push myself to my knees and check on

Lucas.

Grimoire's hands grab onto my arms, pulling me up. He's huge again, his flames higher than normal, his eyes red instead of silver.

Where his hands touch me is odd; pressure without temperature. Not cold. Not hot.

My legs wobble as I struggle to my feet, grateful for Grimoire's steady grip on my arms. The room spins for a moment before settling, and I blink away the disorientation. My gaze lands on Lucas, sprawled across the couch.

He's asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. But something's off. Sweat glistens on his skin, running in rivulets down his face and soaking into his hair. His hands, resting on the couch, tremble visibly. My stomach knots. "Is he okay?"

Grimoire's grip on my arms tightens slightly. "His wolf is attacking the barrier.

I turn to look at him,

want?" I ask, dreading the

casting dancing shadows across the room. "The wolf is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting with its other half. The moment he felt evidence

I start, turning to where I

Her eyes are closed, nose tucked into her tail. She looks peaceful,

that place in my head where she rests is

mu elect Virlowire

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Awa: Waiting For

interrupts, his voice firm but gentle. "Selene is fine. She's fully immersed in Lucas and the wolf's

my racing heart. "But why can't

He gestures toward Lucas. "We have to watch and

I can do except sit by his

of morning,

I ignore it.

leather-bound paper resting on my lap as my eyes never once leave Lucas' sweating form. He occasionally thrashes and

isn't

we're going to

face contorts in pain, sweat beading on his forehead. My heart aches to reach out and comfort

open, and Kellan's voice breaks through my haze of worry. "Ava? We

talk"

usually composed demeanor is frayed at the edges, his hair mussed and dark circles under his eyes. "The pack is going wild," he says, running a hand through

to Lucas, concern etching deeper lines on his face. "What's going on

get his memories back," I reply, my voice flat and lifeless even to my own

widening slightly. After a moment, he speaks again, his tone softer.

I take a

nods slowly. "Sister Miriam explained some things to me.