Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 360

LUCAS

Ava’s nowhere to be found, but Aurum is quick to let me know she’s checking on her wards again.

He sounds grumpy, and I don’t blame him.

The woman’s turned into a bit of a workaholic when it comes to her magic wards. I don’t understand them—they’re far more advanced and finicky compared to the pack wards we’ve used for generations. She says it’s because they’re practically useless, but I think they work just fine.

Aside from the vampire problem, which probably means she’s right. But it still shouldn’t need to go out near-daily to check on them, right?

But I can appreciate her dedication to our pack’s safety, and it’s true no one’s stumbled upon us since she put them up.

It would just be nice if she’d check on her mate as religiously as she checks on those damn wards.

Jealousy, Aurum whispers in the back of my head.

Shut up. You feel the same way.

His agreement is without guile. Aurum is true to himself and comfortable with his insecurity involving our mates. Goddess knows he makes a scene around Selene whenever he gets a chance.

Mate, he says wistfully.

I sigh, stamping my feet to dislodge the snow from my boots. The cold seeps into my bones, and I head straight for the shower, eager to warm up. As the hot water cascades over me, I make a firm decision.

We’re staying in tonight. No scouting runs, no training, no debriefings. I just want to spend the night with Ava. Eat a nice dinner together. Relax. Ask her about her day…

And more.

My mind drifts to the carnal side. The curve of her hips, the softness of her skin. Aurum rumbles his approval in the back of my mind. Just as I’m imagining the sound of her cries as I slam into her from behind, a strange sound interrupts the pleasant daydream.

I shut off the water, straining to hear. It’s hard to smell anything over the powerful scent of Ava’s bodywash—something I’ve gotten into the habit of using when I miss her.

Quickly exiting the shower, I slap a towel around my waist, tracking water everywhere as I head to the living room. Whoever it is, it isn’t pack. Must be Aspen.

The scent hits me first, feminine and familiar.

Ivy.

What the hell is she doing here?

There are no guards; they’re out with Ava. There’s no need to guard this place when she isn’t here. Ava’s absence means Ivy waltzed right in without hindrance. Irritation flickers at the breach of protocol.

"Ivy," I call out, keeping my voice level. "What are you doing here?"