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.

to look at him, searching his fiery face for any

we want?" I ask,

flicker, casting dancing shadows across the room. "The wolf is already feral. Completely focused on reuniting with its

turning to where I last

up on the floor. Her eyes are closed, nose

in my head where she rests

Virlowire Lean't

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gentle. "Selene is fine. She's

calm my racing heart. "But why can't I feel

there. He gestures toward Lucas. "We have to watch

nothing I can do except sit

in the carly hours of morning, there's a knock on the

I ignore it.

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

isn't

we're going to lose

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

and Kellan's voice breaks through my haze of

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 says, running a hand through his disheveled

concern etching deeper lines on his face. "What's going

back," I reply, my voice flat

widening slightly. After a moment, he speaks again, his tone softer. "I wish you

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

"Sister Miriam explained some things to