Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Ava: Pressing Selene

The crystal pulses against my palm, its faint light reflecting off the snow as we leave Ivy’s cabin behind. Each step crunches through the silence, but it’s the weight of Malloy’s final words, not my boots, that feels heaviest.

A story Selya would understand.

"You remembered something, didn’t you?"

Selene’s silver husky form is less vibrant than usual. Her ears and tail droop low, head hanging. Her usual confidence is nowhere to be found.

Just fragments. An idea, maybe, but not the whole story.

"Why won’t you tell me more?" I press, closing my fingers around the crystal. It’s warm despite the frigid air. At least the ghost is no longer visible.

Because I’m not entirely sure it’s my memory. Her voice in my mind sounds faint, almost afraid.

"How is that possible?" I stare at her, bewildered. "How can you have memories that aren’t yours?"

She drops her head even lower and goes silent. The snow’s so packed our steps don’t even leave prints behind, only crushing the faint edges of others. How long has it been since the last snowfall?

Not that it matters. It’s so cold, the snow hasn’t had a chance to melt.

A faint breeze brings a shiver to my back, and I sneeze without warning.

I told you we should work on getting your memories back, Grimoire mutters. His indignant tone scrapes against the edges of even my nerves. But no, let’s just wait until a random ghost starts calling Selene by another name and—

Be quiet, Selene growls, snapping at the air.

I tuck Malloy’s crystal into my pocket, not sure what to do with it. I’ll leave it in my cabin before we leave, but first I have to find Lucas and let him know his only objection to my presence on this mission has been cleared.

Whatever this is with Selene can wait—needs to wait—but I also need to know if she can handle tonight. Lives are at stake, after all.

"Are you capable of going on the mission?" I ask, my eyes fixed on Lucas’s tall form in the distance.

She lets out a small whine, the vulnerable sound bizarre coming from my wolf. Her ego is strong and healthy, so a submissive Selene is strange and new.

I’m capable.

Grimoire, irritatingly, doesn’t drop it. Does this have anything to do with why you’ve never been particularly fond of her mate’s wolf? Because you’ve always been oddly standoffish with him, and if these memories—

The change in Selene is instant. Her hackles rise, and she snaps her teeth in the air with a low growl.

Quiet, or I’ll rip you apart, page by page.

It isn’t a threat she hasn’t said before, but there’s rarely this level of hostility to it. Usually their bickering is more like siblings, not enemies.

"We’ll discuss this later, you two." Lucas hasn’t glanced my way yet, and I take a moment away from staring at him to glower at the husky by my side. "But let’s be clear, Selene—we’re not glossing over it this time. If random ghosts are starting to say weird things about you, we need to know what’s going on before something terrible happens. Again."

Another soft whine escapes her. I know.

It feels strange to be the dominant one in our relationship. I haven’t seen her like this since those first days after she realized she’d lost her memories.

It’s unsettling. Wrong.

Like coming home to find all your furniture rearranged and having to get used to it all over again.

I stop once more, frowning at her. Maybe bringing her along isn’t the best idea. If she’s distracted, if these memory fragments are interfering with her focus...

"Should I leave you here?" I ask quietly, already knowing how I’d feel if our positions were reversed.

It won’t affect me during the mission. Her blue eyes meet mine, steady despite her subdued posture. And we’ll talk... after.

I weigh her words, searching her face for any hint of deception. Then again, I’m not really sure how that would look on a dog’s face.

"Fine. After."

* * *

The look on Lucas’ face is less than flattering as I hold out Malloy’s crystal in my palm.

"You mean that rock is going to keep the ghost away?"

"More like the ghost is inside it," I explain for the fifth time, forcing an overabundance of patience into my words.

"You stay at the back of the group. You don’t engage without direct orders. You follow every instruction I give without question. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to get back to Wolf’s Landing, you do it immediately." His jaw tightens with each requirement. "And most importantly, if anything—and I mean anything—feels wrong, you run."

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