Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 331

The new wolf turns, and I feel a flicker of recognition. I know him from somewhere, but his name escapes me. He jogs over, a friendly smile on his face. Young. Really young. A little scrawny compared to the others, but broad-shouldered and tan.

Tousled blond hair.

"Hi Luna, I’m Wes. Follow me."

As we start walking, I try to place where I’ve seen him before. "How are you doing, Wes?"

He shrugs, his smile fading slightly. "It’s been rough for everyone, but we’re managing."

I study his face, trying to gauge his age. He’s barely more than a kid, judging by the patchy scruff across his face. "If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?"

Wes glances at me and laughs. "I’m sixteen."

My eyes widen in shock. "Sixteen," I repeat, my voice soft. Yet he’s wearing tactical clothes similar to those my guards wear.

He nods, then adds, "We used to train together under Amara."

That’s why I recognize him. Memories of those group training sessions flash through my mind, and I feel a pang of guilt for not remembering him sooner.

"You’re a lot different from what the rumors said," Wes comments, pulling me from my thoughts.

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. I knew there were rumors, but no one’s been willing to repeat them in my presence. "Oh? What kind of rumors?"

Wes looks sheepish for a moment. "Well, I used to believe you were just a filthy Blackwood, manipulating the Alpha. That you didn’t have a wolf and were utterly worthless." He rushes to add, "But that changed when I watched you training. You worked harder than anyone."

Perhaps not all those eyes I felt on me during training were filled with suspicion or derision. Maybe some, like Wes, were watching with growing respect.

A wave of regret washes over me as I once again realize how prickly and defensive I’ve been. How many potential allies did I push away with my walls of ice?

"Where’s your wolf today?" Wes asks, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.

"She’s resting," I reply, grateful for the change in subject.

Wes nods, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It’s pretty cool that our Luna has a separate wolf. It’s all anyone’s been talking about lately."

I’m not sure how to respond to that. But Wes’s enthusiasm is infectious, and I find myself smiling despite my unease.

"It’s certainly unique," I agree, trying to keep my tone light. "But tell me more about you, Wes. How are you handling all of this?"

His face clouds over. "One day I’m worrying about training and school, and the next we’re running for our lives. But..." He straightens his shoulders, a determined look in his eyes. "I want to help. I want to protect our pack."

We walk in companionable silence for a few moments before Wes speaks up again. "We’re almost there. The storage area is just around this bend."

How dire is our situation, exactly? I hope Kellan hasn’t been feeding me in relative luxury compared to the others. Not that sandwiches are particularly luxurious in normal times, but these days are different.

"Thank you for showing me the way, Wes. And thank you for being honest with me. It means a lot."

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It’s honestly amazing no one’s starved to death.

The shelves are practically empty. We have some beans and rice, cans of tuna, and several jars of peanut butter and jelly. There’s flour and sugar, but no other baking supplies.