Tangled

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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.

in his voice sends a chill down my spine. I turn to look at him, searching his fiery face for any sign of

we want?" I ask,

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

turning to where

curled up on the floor. Her eyes are closed, nose tucked into her tail. She looks peaceful, but something

that place in my head where she rests is

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is fine. She's fully immersed in

to calm my racing heart. "But why can't I feel her? She's always.

here. She's there. He gestures toward Lucas. "We have

except sit by his

hours of morning,

I ignore it.

heavy leather-bound paper resting on my lap as my eyes never once leave Lucas' sweating form. He occasionally thrashes and even moans, but he doesn't open his eyes. Doubt creeps in,

Lucas isn't

we're going to lose

to reach out and comfort him,

through my haze of worry.

talk"

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 his disheveled hair. "I've spent

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

my voice flat and

speaks again, his tone softer. "I wish you would have called

might have been better to have you here. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to explain further. "Lucas'

slowly. "Sister Miriam explained some things to me. I somewhat