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.

chill down my spine. I turn to look

what we want?" I

focused on reuniting with its

turning to where I last

up on the floor. Her eyes are closed, nose

that place in my head

elect Virlowire Lean't feel

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

heart. "But why

not here. She's there. He gestures toward

I can do except sit by his side and

the carly hours of morning, there's

I ignore it.

since reverted to his book form, the heavy leather-bound paper resting on my lap as my eyes never once leave Lucas' sweating form.

Lucas isn't coming

going to lose

to reach out and comfort him, but Grimoire made it clear: Physical contact

through my haze of worry. "Ava? We

talk"

Kellan and Lisa enter. Kellan's usually composed demeanor is frayed at the edges, his hair mussed and dark circles under his eyes. "The pack is going wild," he

Lucas, concern etching deeper lines on his

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

moment, he speaks again, his tone softer. "I wish you would

been better to have you here. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to

"Sister Miriam explained some things to me.