Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 398

"Where did I put it?" I rummage through the dresser drawers, tossing clothes onto the floor. "I swear I had my phone when we got here." I pause. "Didn’t I?"

The details are a little fuzzy, considering. Between months passing and the insanity of our escape from the Fae Ward…

You’ve never been good at keeping track of your belongings.

"That’s not true." But even as I say it, doubt creeps in. When was the last time I saw my phone? Is it still in the Fae Ward? The idea that someone might have access to my texts leaves me a little sick to my stomach.

Oh? Remember that time you lost your house keys three times in about five minutes?

"That was different. I was distracted."

And your favorite shirt? The blue one?

"It probably got mixed up in the laundry." I move to the nightstand, rifling through the drawer. Nothing but a few hair ties. A luxury item, and I try my best not to lose them.

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My hand flies to my throat, fingers searching for a weight I already know isn’t there. It’s been months.

"They must be in my luggage back at Westwood." But even as I say it, uncertainty gnaws at me. Did I put them somewhere else for safety, instead? Well, it doesn’t matter. Either way, they’re in Westwood. Someone’s probably stolen them by now.

Those pieces of jewelry were more than accessories—they were protection, ways to hide what I am. Hopefully they don’t fall into the wrong hands. Not that I’m sure what anyone can do with them.

Shaking those thoughts off, I head back to my dresser. It has to be there, if it’s anywhere at all.

"What are you two discussing?" Grimoire materializes beside me, his child form perched on the dresser. Sometimes he’s nosy.

"Just my old necklace and ring." I push aside a stack of sweaters, but there’s still no phone. "The ones Selene made me wear to suppress my magic."

A strange sensation tickles my mind—like fingers rifling through my memories. The jewelry appears in crystal clarity: the amethyst pendant and its matching ring.

"WHERE ARE THEY?" Grimoire’s voice booms in my head and ears, making me stumble back. His eyes glisten with excitement.

"God, Grim." I rub my temple. "No need to shout. And I thought we talked about these before?"

He scowls at me. "I would remember discussing the Goddess’ blessings. This is the first I’m hearing of them." He pauses. "Though, if I hadn’t seen them, I suppose I might not have realized…"

"The... what?"

What is he talking about? Selene’s voice holds an edge of wariness.

"The Goddess’ blessings," Grimoire repeats, more insistent. "Those weren’t mere trinkets to suppress magic. They were divine artifacts."

Somehow, this feels right. Those things never seemed normal. "What do you mean by that?"

Grimoire’s eyes shine with an otherworldly light. "The Goddess crafted three pieces of jewelry for a young Luna, thousands of years past. A necklace, a ring, and a bracelet."

"A bracelet?" My heart skips. "I never had a bracelet."

"The Luna was much like you—a witch who mated with an alpha." Grimoire’s voice takes on a rhythmic quality, as if reciting from memory. "Her children were strong shifters, all except one. A daughter, blessed with magic but unable to shift or control her power."

That sounds familiar. Selene’s mental voice carries a note of unease as she looks right at me.