Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 346

The chill that floods the tent emanates from Lucas. For his enemy to have control of his pack lands is a neverending thorn in his side. But he doesn’t show his frustration.

"That’s not like them," he says calmly. "There’s something going on there."

I nod in agreement. Their silence is more unnerving than any overt threat.

From a worldwide apocalypse to sudden silence—it’s strange. And then there are the hunters, always trying to find lone supernaturals struggling in this new world. We still don’t know what they’re trying to do, but we’ve saved a few from their clutches.

"We did come across a small group of rogues," Ivy chimes in, drawing everyone’s attention. "They seemed... off. More aggressive than usual."

"Off how?" Lucas presses.

Ivy shrugs, her eyes darting to me for a moment before focusing back on Lucas. "It’s hard to explain. They were just... different. Wilder, somehow. We managed to avoid a confrontation, but it was close.

They were not friendly."

"How far out was this?"

"Two days’ run. They were traveling in the opposite direction."

The tent flap rustles again, and Lucas glances up as Kellan enters. The beta greets Ethan with a quick one-armed embrace and a hearty smack of his shoulder. "Welcome back."

A warm smile spreads across Ethan’s face. "Good to be back, Beta."

"I got your refugees all set up in the outer tents," Kellan tells him. "They’ll be safe now."

A frown tugs at the corners of my mate’s mouth. "Make sure they’re warm and comfortable," he says unhappily. He hates having the refugees in tents, but we just don’t have the space. "And see that they have enough to eat. We can’t afford to have anyone falling ill in this weather."

I’m already mentally cataloging our supplies and wondering if we’ll need to send out another hunting party soon. The influx of refugees has put a strain on our resources, but we’ve managed so far. Still, it’s a constant balancing act.

"I can help settle them in," Ivy offers. My teeth clench involuntarily at her words.

Lucas’ eyes flick to me, then back to Ivy, though his eyes look over her head instead of at her face. "Ava will handle it," he says firmly. "She’s the Luna, after all."

I can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at his words, even as I notice the flash of irritation in Ivy’s eyes. It’s petty, I know, but it’s been months of subtle dig after dig, and less subtle attempts at undermining me or taking over things I’m responsible for.

It always feels good to have Lucas publicly affirm my position.