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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

that what we want?"

on reuniting with its other half. The moment he felt

to where I last saw

my throat as I spot her curled up on the floor. Her eyes are closed, nose tucked

my head where she rests is

Virlowire Lean't feel hart

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

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

not here. She's there. He gestures toward Lucas. "We have

nothing I can do except

hours of morning, there's a knock on

I ignore it.

my eyes never once leave Lucas' sweating form. He

isn't coming

we're going to

contorts in pain, sweat beading 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 need

talk"

under his eyes. "The pack is going wild," he says, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I've spent the last. several

Lucas, concern etching deeper lines on his

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

he speaks again, his

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

explained some things to me. I somewhat understand