Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted - Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Ava: Reunited Mates
A shimmer in the air draws my attention back to Aurum. His massive form begins to shrink and change, fur giving way to skin, until Lucas stands before me in his human form.

I don’t remember deciding to move, but suddenly I’m running towards him. We collide in a tangle of limbs, holding each other so tightly it’s hard to breathe. But I don’t care. He’s here, he’s back, and nothing else matters.

“You’re back,” I whisper into his chest, my voice thick with emotion. “God, Lucas, you’re really back.”

His arms tighten around me, and I feel his lips press against the top of my head. “Thanks to you,” he murmurs. “You took care of everyone. Thank you, Ava.”

I pull back slightly, looking up into his face. His eyes are the same, filled with warmth and love, but there’s something else there now—a depth, a wildness that wasn’t there before. It’s breathtaking and a little terrifying.

My gaze drifts back to the bodies laid out nearby, and a wave of guilt washes over me. “I couldn’t save them all,” I say, my voice barely audible. “I tried, but I—”

Lucas cuts me off, pulling me back into his embrace. “You did everything you could,” he says firmly. “More than anyone could have expected. You protected our pack, Ava. You led them when I couldn’t.”

Kellan and Vester approach, also covered in blood, with a bleak look on their faces.

I know they need to speak with him, to update him on everything that’s happened. And I have somewhere I need to be, too.

This isn’t the time for our reunion.

He’s Alpha.

I’m Luna.

We have jobs to do.

“Go,” I say softly, stepping back from Lucas’s embrace. “They need you. I should help with the wounded.”

Lucas nods, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before he turns to his beta and delta. As they begin to speak in low, urgent tones, I slip away, heading toward the hospital.

The scene that greets me is one of organized chaos. Vanessa is at the center of it all, her entire body stained with blood and dirt. She moves from patient to patient with practiced efficiency, barking orders and administering treatment, even as she limps.

I guarantee she hasn’t treated herself at all, running straight to her people instead.

As I approach, she glances up at me, her eyes tight with stress. “Luna,” she says, her voice clipped. “Good, we need all the help we can get. The evacuees are on their way back, but until then, it’s just us.”

I nod, rolling up my sleeves. Of course I want to yell at her to take care of herself first, but I get it. A sprained ankle is bad, but it’s nothing compared to the wounds of others. “What do you need me to do?”

* * *

The scent of antiseptic and blood fills my nostrils as I rush from one patient to another, my hands shaking but determined. I’ve lost track of time, the hours blending into a haze of bandages, stitches, and whispered reassurances.

“Luna, we need more gauze over here!” someone calls out.

I sprint to the supply closet, nearly colliding with a familiar face. It’s the human receptionist from my first day at Wolf’s Landing, her eyes wide with recognition.

“Here you go, Luna,” she says, her tone respectful as she hands me a stack of gauze pads. “Is there anything else you need?”

The change in her demeanor catches me off guard, but there’s no time to dwell on it. “Thanks. Can you bring some saline solution to bed three?”

She nods and hurries off, leaving me to wonder at the shift in her demeanor. But that’s a small blip on my radar, and I shrug it off as I head back with the bandages.

As the night wears on, the tide of emergencies begins to ebb. The return of the evacuees helped. All the nurses and doctors are back, and a few volunteers as well.

At some point, someone brings around a tray of steaming cups. The rich aroma of coffee mingles with the gentler scent of herbal tea, a little pick me up for all of us as we dash from person to person.

I grab a cup of tea, the warmth seeping into my cold hands as I take a moment to breathe. The lobby is quieter now, the frantic energy of earlier replaced by a bone-deep weariness that seems to affect everyone.

With the last critical patient stabilized and the severe cases under the watchful eyes of the doctors, I find myself at a loss. My body aches, my mind reels from the night’s events, and I’m not sure what to do next.

I spot Vanessa leaning against a wall, looking as exhausted as I feel. Without a word, we both slide down to sit on the floor, our backs against the cool surface. Two young she-wolves move around us, mopping up the blood-stained floor in silence.

For a while, we just there, watching the slow, methodical movements of the mops. The quiet is almost surreal.

No chatter.

No screams.

No sobbing.

“You did amazing tonight, Ava,” Vanessa says after a while.

I turn to look at her, surprised by the compliment. “Me? Vanessa, I watched you work for hours. What you did to keep people alive… that’s what’s truly impressive.”

She lets out a small, tired laugh and rests her head against the wall. “There are going to be a lot of questions about your powers after tonight, you know.”

I nod, the reality of the situation sinking in. In the heat of battle, I hadn’t given a second thought to using my magic. Now, in the aftermath, I realize the implications. “I didn’t even think about it in the moment. It just happened.”

“You did the right thing,” Vanessa says firmly. “Ava, thank you. You saved so many lives tonight. Without you, our wounded and dead toll would be much higher.”

I feel a flush creep up my neck at her words. “Lucas did most of the work,” I mumble.

Vanessa turns to face me, her expression a mix of exasperation and fondness. “Just take the credit that’s given to you, Ava. You still have to work on that self-esteem of yours.”

Chastised, I duck my head. “Sorry. You’re right. Thank you.”

She nods, seemingly satisfied, and we lapse back into silence. I glance at Vanessa, taking in the dark circles under her eyes, the blood staining her clothes. She’s given so much of herself tonight, as she always does.

Is that how people are looking at me?

Why even the receptionist’s eyes have changed when she sees me?

Yes, Selene says, startling me with her mental presence out of nowhere. They are proud of you and grateful for what you did for them. You’ll see it yourself soon enough.

“Why are you still sitting here?” Vanessa asks, her question distracting me from Selene’s words.

“I’m too tired to even breathe.”

“Is that so?” She smiles at me and juts her chin toward the front door. “But your mate’s here for you.”

My heart flutters at her words, and I turn my head to see Lucas staring at me. He’s fully clothed now, and for the first time I realize his black hair is shockingly long, almost to his mid-back.

It’s attractive as hell, but more importantly—it’s strange. Hair doesn’t grow that fast.

Time is a strange thing, Grimoire says.