Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 421

"What ship?" I ask, because it's the first time I've ever heard of this thing. We have a ship? We're not even close to the ocean, so how can we have a ship?

But the Grand Sage isn't interested in answering. He jumps to the floor in a flurry of movement, snapping his fingers in our general direction. "Come, come. You wanted to know where they are. Now we know."

My eyes brighten. If the Grand Sage knows where they are, then—

"Stay here," Kellan says.

"No."

Okay. Maybe Functioning Luna—

Stop.

Maybe Functioning Ava shouldn't be heading out. Maybe she should be staying here, safe in Wolf's Landing, with her people.

But there's something zinging around in my blood, insisting that I need to be there. My wolves are great people. They are strong, capable, and I know they would lay down their lives for this pack.

Magic, though? They're woefully incapable of handling anything to deal with magic.

"I'm going," I say, even though my instinct is to ask for permission instead.

Kellan just nods. That's it. The argument's over in half a second. "Understood. Dr. Blackwell, how far is this ship?"

The Grand Sage shakes his head. "It's close. Near where your soldiers picked us up when we got here."

I have no idea where that is, but Kellan seems to know immediately. "Understood. Greg," and he motions to the wolf in question, "will be your guardian. Stay with him at all times. Do not separate from him."

The gnome waves his hand. "I am aware of how to travel with a guard, young beta."

Marcus, though, is the one to bring up the overwhelming issue at hand. "What about that?" he asks, jerking his head toward the captive in the corner.

Still unconscious. Still roped up.

Damn it. I need more than one of me. We need an army of freaking witches I can send wherever I need. Maybe I can start some sort of magic school and hunt down the talented and— _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

That's exactly how covens began. Along with wizarding academies and the like. Grimoire perks up at my train of thought, sounding excited at the prospect, but I shake my head hard to dispel my little squirrel trail of thinking.

Not the time, Ava. Not. The. Time.

"The ropes are warded." Mustering confidence is hard, considering how much damage this creature can do to my people. "They shouldn't be able to do anything once they wake up."

And then a brilliant idea hits me. Or maybe it's not brilliant. I'm not sure how the biology of gray-skinned Fae-maybe people work, after all. "Have Vanessa come by. I'm sure she has something on hand to ensure they stay knocked out a little longer."

Kellan nods along with my words, a silent approval of my plan. It isn't the kind of nod where people have to check with him to make sure it's okay to obey me, though, and that's important.

"Understood, Luna."

"This one doesn't leave your sight for a single moment, Marcus," Kellan orders.

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