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.

his voice sends a chill down my spine. I turn to look at him, searching

what we want?" I ask, dreading

wolf is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting

Selene-" I start, turning to where I last saw

up on the floor. Her eyes are closed, nose tucked into her

my head where she rests is

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but gentle. "Selene is fine. She's fully

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

here. She's there. He gestures toward Lucas. "We

do except sit by his side

hours of morning, there's a

I ignore it.

paper resting on my lap as my eyes never once leave Lucas' sweating form. He occasionally thrashes and even moans, but he

isn't coming

we're going

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

door creaks open, and Kellan's voice breaks through

talk"

to see 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

etching deeper lines on

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

falls silent, his eyes widening slightly. After a moment, he speaks again, his tone softer. "I wish you would have called

here. I take a deep

some things to