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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.

his voice sends a chill down my spine. I turn to

we want?"

wolf is already feral. Completely focused on

start, turning to where I last saw

floor. Her eyes are closed,

head

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fine. She's fully immersed in Lucas and the wolf's

racing heart. "But why can't I feel her? She's always. there,

He gestures toward Lucas. "We have to watch

I can do except

morning, there's a knock on the

I ignore it.

form, the 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, whispering that we've made

Lucas isn't

going

contorts in pain, sweat beading on his forehead. My heart aches to reach out and comfort him, but Grimoire made it

through my haze of worry. "Ava?

talk"

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 the last. several hours breaking up fights between all the younger

deeper

my

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

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

Miriam explained some things