Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 422

The feeling of my magic bounding around like an excited puppy leaves me almost motion sick.

That's interesting, Grimoire says, finally breaking his silence since we started our run.

Interesting is a word for it, but right now my entire body and mind are focused on trying not to vomit. That would be an amazing way to instill confidence in everyone here. Not.

The fizzy, carbonated-soda feeling in my veins persists, which is an odd counterweight to the nausea in my belly.

My magic writhes and rebels against my attempts to contain it, like a squirrel on a heavy dose of Ritalin, but I come out on top eventually. The sensation settles deep in my gut, a constant vibration that makes my teeth ache.

"Stay close," Greg whispers, his hand steady on my elbow. He should look ridiculous with the Grand Sage on his back, but he doesn't. Just rock-solid and comforting, like he won't let anything happen to us.

My magic writhes inside me, refusing to cooperate. It's impossible to send out another search net with it acting this way.

I don't see anything, Selene says, her confusion clear in our mental link. The tracks stop here, but—

There's something, Grimoire says. It's in the air.

The Grand Sage taps Greg's back, before pointing over his shoulder. "The ship is about a hundred yards ahead. It's cloaked, so you won't be able to sense it."

Greg's fingers tighten on my arm as we edge forward, and I realize only then that I keep stumbling without realizing it. Most of my concentration is on not vomiting and keeping my magic contained.

It wants to explode out of me.

Grimoire, what the hell is going on?

It senses something.

Great. That much is kind of obvious. I really need something more to work with.

Wait. Selene's mental voice cuts through my concentration. There's something— A violent sneeze echoes in the clearing. Something familiar. That scent...

My heart pounds as I try to process what this means. The vibration in my gut intensifies, and I press my hand against my stomach, willing it to settle.

"Ava!"

The shout pierces my eardrums. My body jerks so hard I almost lose my footing again, but Greg's steady grip keeps me upright.

"Holy sh—" The curse dies in my throat.

One second there's nothing but pristine snow ahead of us. The next, bodies materialize from nowhere. The group stands like fur-covered specters in the white landscape, and my brain refuses to process what my eyes see.

A mountain of a man towers over the others, his shoulders broad enough to block out the sun. The rest blur together in my snow-blind vision, but that one—that one catches my attention like a spotlight.

My magic surges, no longer contained. The force of it floods my system with pure, electric energy. With joy.

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