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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.

turn to look at him, searching his fiery face for any sign of reassurance.

what we want?"

on reuniting with its other half. The moment he felt evidence of the

start, turning to where

floor. Her eyes are closed, nose tucked

that place in my head where she rests is

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gentle. "Selene is fine. She's fully immersed in Lucas and the wolf's

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

She's there. He gestures toward Lucas.

do except sit

of morning, there's a knock on the

I ignore it.

book 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 a

Lucas isn't

going

on his forehead. My heart aches to reach out and comfort him, but Grimoire made it clear: Physical

voice breaks through my haze of worry. "Ava? We

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

drifts to Lucas, concern etching deeper

get his memories back," I reply, my voice flat

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

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to explain further.

"Sister Miriam explained some things to