Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 330

Grimoire grumbles a little, but he obediently pops back into his book form, saying he needs to run some calculations before we can get started.

I grab Grimoire’s book form and place it on the dining table, my fingers lingering on its worn leather cover. A pang of worry shoots through me as I glance at Aurum, his massive form unmoving despite the commotion. Is he okay? He didn’t even greet me when I returned. He must be in a deep sleep.

He is, Selene confirms. He needs this rest. Don’t worry too much.

Kellan drags my attention back to him as he recounts the harrowing events of the mission that should have been easy.

Hunters. The word alone is chilling.

"Are these hunters an already existing faction, or did you name them that yourself?"

"No, there’s no existing faction of hunters. But they’re obviously hunting."

Vanessa and Vester nod along with his words.

"We need to limit our contact with the outside world," Vanessa says, absently twirling a strand of hair around her finger. I’ve never seen that nervous gesture from her before. "My biggest concern is over supplies. This mission was also to help stock up on supplies, and now we don’t have them. We need safe drinking water. Shelf-stable food.

Meat. More blankets and clothes for the upcoming winter. We don’t have long before we’re freezing at night. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already."

"And snow," Lisa pipes up thoughtfully. "What are we going to do when it snows?" _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

Running water is a problem for most of the houses here. There are a few giant tanks that supply a few buildings, and some—like mine—run off a well, so it isn’t absolutely detrimental to be without bottles of water. But it is a massive inconvenience for many.

Some of the buildings even lack electricity and basic plumbing, and will be reliant on wood stoves for the winter.

"Who lived here before us?" I ask, drumming my fingers against my forearm as I think.

"There are a number of families here from a rogue pack. They have no alpha, and have been under the protection of Westwood for generations. This is the land given to them a long time ago, and they’ve been building it up in case it was ever needed," explains Vester.

"And the hospital here? That isn’t for a few families of wolves, and it’s been here a while."

"Yes, they founded a hospital that treated rogue wolves in the area, with the permission of an Alpha long ago. There were transient families who came and went, all rogues. And from what Dr. Blackwell has said, they have learned to treat other supernaturals while keeping it quiet. I believe now that some of their human staff were not always humans."

"I see." It makes sense that more people in the world would know of the Fae and gnomes than just me. My eyes have been opened to the vast world beyond pack borders; while I once thought humans were sheltered because they didn’t understand life inside a pack, I’m now realizing wolves are just as sheltered as humans, living within our own realities.

Shaking off such thoughts, I ask, "They are still here, right? The founders of this place."

"Of course."

"How have they kept themselves supplied in the past?"

Vester shakes his head. "It’s never been a problem for them to go to local cities in the past."

Right. Of course it wasn’t. Silly question.

"We’ll have to use scent blockers for a real supply run. We don’t have enough to do this often, so we’ll need to make a big one as soon as we can, before supplies run out. Without the ability to contact their suppliers, they’ll be running out of stock soon, if they haven’t already." I blow out a long breath. "I know we’re waiting for our missing people to return, but we need to plan this now.

Every day we wait is more things we won’t be able to buy anymore."

"I’ll put together a list," Vanessa offers immediately.

"And I’ll get a mission team together. Kellan, I’m going to need your help vetting who we should bring on. We have too many people out right now."