Tangled

307 Ava: His Memories

"Ava."

Someone's gently prodding at my shoulder, and I groan, my entire body battered. Oh, right. Lucas... was an animal last night.

"Ava.

"What?" Now that I'm marginally awake, his voice registers in my brain. I turn my head to squint through a tangled mass of hair. I need a shower. And a brush. And, like, five cups of coffee. ""Sister Miriam's here."

Sister Miri-oh.

Sitting up abruptly, I must startle Lucas. He jumps up from the edge of the bed, hands in the air as he watches me cautiously, like I'm about to bite.

"Sorry, I'm up."

"I see that. Lowering his hands, he adds, "You didn't warn me you're such a bear when you're asleep.

A bear? Me?

You bit him when he tried to wake you up earlier, and you kicked him when he tried to cover you in a blanket. Selene's helpful, overly chipper words have my head pounding.

The still-new string of connection to Grimoire pulses urgently, tugging and yanking every which

way.

Damn. Wake up and everyone needs you, all at once.

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He shrugs, politely ignoring the heat reddening my cheeks. "Take your time. Do you want to shower first?"

"No, I'm okay-

But Lucas arches a brow in such a meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do I smell like our sexcapades?

You do. It's everywhere. You should shower. "I'll shower.

Sister Miriam is sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee that lost its steam a while ago. Without speaking, Lucas slides a cup of coffee in front of me. It's as black as Sister Miriam's hair. Silently, I grab some creamer and sugar, dumping them into the mug as he watches in what looks

like horror

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Lucas is a coffee purist. He might drink it with a little sugar, but he seems to enjoy torturing himself with its bitter flavor. Not me. I love myself, so I doctor mine up with as much cream and sugar as I can manage while still maintaining a decent level of caffeine. Flavored syrup would be great, but that's a luxury we don't have in this place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It needs a word, so I can settle on one in my head.

"Morale is up," Sister Miriam mentions casually, languidly drawing a finger around the rim of her cup. "Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You've given them their first taste of hope since their arrival. You did well, child."

Her approval sends a little butterfly flutter through me, leaving me more pleased than I'd like to admit. "Thank you." Her report is a bit of a surprise to me, though; wolves don't change off a few words, and I don't have the best history in this pack. They accept strength. It is the ultimate law of the land, Selene says, and I glance around in surprise. She's nowhere to be found.

""Where are you?"

Lucas looks at me with concern, and I grimace. "Sorry. I was talking to Selene."

I've

got to get used to this whole mind-speak business, but it just feels weird to converse that way. I guess it's normal when you've grown up your entire life doing it, but it's hard to concentrate and separate my mental speaking from just... brain noise. There is an exceptional amount of noise, says Selene, sounding far too amused for my liking. Ast for your question, I'm poking my nose in other people's business.

"Whose business?"

The gnomes.

Sister Miriam clears her throat. "Your wolf is with the Grand Sage." She taps the stone in the center of the table. "We are clear to speak, so let's get started. It is imperative we retrieve

your alpha's memory. While you made a good display yesterday, it doesn't change the feelings of some more troublesome wolves."

Sipping at my coffee, I nod to show I'm listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it looks as though they've already discussed this, and I'm just being brought up to date on the situation.

I must have been exhausted, to sleep right through that. This place isn't that big.

The bed is just outside the range of the stone. You heard nothing.

Oh. That makes sense, too.

Sister Miriam studies me, her ruby red eyes as disconcerting as ever. "Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This is why he could not heal properly."

I nod; Lucas had already told me his wolf is gone. "How many know about this?" While I suspect Kellan realizes, it isn't a subject I've brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to let that information out loose. "Do you know why?" I ask. leaning forward slightly, trying not to let hope rise too high in my

Thears

Sister Viram doesn't answer immediately. Instead, her gaze fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels back protectie and possessive. The tension between them thickens, and I resist the urge

to squirm in my seat

Es dear he has no intention of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also a cold distance between them.

After what feels like an eternity. Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening slightly. Ava, how much do you know about the attack that injured

binic caught off guard by the question. My mind races, quickly gathering the fragments of infomation that have been tossed my way. "Not much. I admit, feeling a twinge of guilt. I'm always so nerwhelmed with what's in front of me. I forget to ask all the right questions. But how in somente supposed to juggle this all so easily?

stow he was trying to save civilians, but beyond that... I trail off. It must have been brutal. Will it upset him to hear about it even if he doesn't have memories of the attack? I glance at Lucas, But his expression remains unreadable. The bond in our chest has quieted, making it impossible to feel his emotions as clearly as I did yesterday.

That is normal. Selene antires me. It is not good to feel each other so closely. You lose yourselves in your bond. That is not a good thing

Tseet Sitter Miriam murmurs, her fingers drumming lightly on the table.

Sweet creamy sips of coffee do little to soothe the knot forming in my stomach. There's clearly more to thin story than I've been told, and I'm not sure I'm going to like what I hear.

Peran Sister Minam continues her voice gentle but firm, it would be beneficial for you to anderstand the full scope of what occurred

I nod meeting myself for whatever revelation is coming. "Yes, I think that would help I turn to Lucas reaching out to place my hand over his, where it rests loosely on the table. "If that's okay

Fit goes a cunt nod his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around mine.

Siener Miram Sakes a deep breath, her gaze growing distant as if she's looking into the past. "It was hear. They had put evacuated the pack lands. Many wolves were already dead, and wolves Bard to the Their connection to the park bonds from the backlash of so many lives lost. They

Sining in firen entreat, livean received word about an attack on Granite City. He gathered his team to care the rullans, hoping to buy rime. It was the first attack on humans.

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lives. It's so quintessentially him that my heart aches.

"The attackers were not rival wolves, as initially believed, and as were seen with the attack on Westwood. They were a mixed group. Vampires, rogue shifters, and even some humans."

"Humans?" I can't keep the surprise from my voice. "Are you sure?" This is the first report I've heard of humans working with the attackers.

Sister Miriam nods grimly. "It appears there are factions within the human world that have aligned themselves with supernatural entities. Their motivations are unclear, but we can guess as to their motivations."

Right. If these new supernaturals want to take over the country-even the world-there aren't enough numbers. The promise of power is an allure few can resist, and humans outnumber all supernaturals by a large margin.

The implications of this send my mind reeling.

There's no one we can trust. Not even humans,