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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.

a chill down my spine. I turn to look at him, searching his fiery face for any

want?"

room. "The wolf is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting with its

to where I last saw

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

my head where she rests is

mu elect Virlowire Lean't feel

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interrupts, his voice firm but gentle. "Selene is fine. She's

take a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "But why

toward Lucas. "We have

except

the carly hours of morning, there's a

I ignore it.

sweating form.

Lucas isn't coming

going

beading on his forehead. My heart aches to reach out and comfort him, but Grimoire

door creaks open, and Kellan's voice breaks through my haze of worry. "Ava? We need

talk"

the edges, his hair mussed and dark circles under his eyes. "The pack is going wild," he says, running a

deeper lines on his face. "What's

trying to get his memories back," I reply, my

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

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

"Sister Miriam explained some things to me. I somewhat