Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
He just nods and asks questions when he has them.
When I finish explaining my vague connection with Sister Miriam, he stares at the ceiling in thought, one booted foot tapping against the floor as time
“As crazy as it sounds, girl, my gut’s telling me this vampire’s more of an ally than an enemy.”
Surprised, I scoot a little further off the edge of my bed. “Why? Lucas doesn’t trust her at all.”
“Oh. I don’t trust any vampire that sounds so long in the tooth. But.” and his eyes snap down from the ceiling to meet with mine, “no vampire acts like
The doubt on my face must be crystal clear, because he barks out a laugh. “Even vampires have their own politics. They’re deeper and murkier than you ever want to be knee
deep in, but there is no loyalty in their blood. They don’t have the sense of pack that we do. It’s all power and control in their cities.”
“How much do you know about vampires?” The question slips out before I can stop myself. Curiosity has me overeager.
Jericho’s weathered face splits into a grin. “More than these young pups, that’s for damn sure. They’ve grown up in a time of peace, never had to fig our toes.”
“You fought vampires?”
“Not exactly fought. More like… disagreements that got a little physical They sometimes came to the city, you see. Before all the laws came into effe
Unregistered cities. They’re not nearly as isolated as most wolves think.”
“What do you mean?”
Jericho shrugs, the moment of nostalgia passing. “Ah, it doesn’t matter. No one wants to listen to the ramblings of an old man anyway.”
“That’s not true,” I protest. “I’m sure Lucas and Kellan would want to hear what you have to say. They respect you.”
Jericho slaps his knee, a bark of laughter escaping him. “I like you, girl. You’ve got spirit. But you’ve learned very little during your time in this pack.”
More proof that I’ve been so focused on my own problems, to the detriment of anything around me. I squirm beneath his regard. “I’m sorry.”
He waves a hand. “Girl, it’s no secret that my son avoids me. He’d rather catch the plague.”
“Oh. I’m sure its not-
“It’s that bad,” he cuts me off, all traces of mirth disappearing from his face. “But don’t worry yourself over it. A runt like you has no business dealing
This is a pack dynamic I should have known, considering how much time I’ve spent with both of them.
na Jencho’s Acceptance.
I rub my eyebrows with a sigh. “I’ve been selfish.”
Jericho’s expression softens for a second. It’s so fast that I’m not sure if it was even real.
He’s back to his grunting, cantankerous way within moments. “Selfish? I suppose. But you’re young. You have a lifetime of mistakes coming your way. You’ll probably kill a few more people. What are you going to do about that?”
Staring at Jericho, I don’t know how to respond.
The idea that I might cause more deaths moving forward is so horrifying, it’s paralyzing.
That’s not something I ever want to happen again.
“You have a long way to go yet before you can claim that spot by the alpha’s side. Sit up straight, girl.” Jericho’s finger jabs the air, pointing right at me. “Why are you wallowing in fear instead of forging
My mind goes blank. No words come to my defense, no clever retorts or explanations. Just… nothing, too surprised by the confrontation, too confused o words.
“I came back to see the rites-“
He slaps his thigh with a groan that sounds like it comes from the depths of his soul. “Is this the future of the Westwood Pack? We’ve gone too soft on a future Luna, I see.”
My spine stiffens at that, a spark of indignation flaring to life. But before I can grasp onto it, Jericho’s voice cracks through the room like a whip.
“You killed eighteen people. Nearly twenty more are still in the hospital, healing. Yeah? So what?”
Horror floods through me, dousing that tiny ember of defiance.
“You shouldn’t treat their lives so lightly. I whisper. “They would still be alive it…
Jericho roars, the sound ricocheting off the walls, and I flinch from its volume. “I’m not taking them lightly! I’m asking you-” he leans forward, his eyes blazing, “-what are you going to do about it? Stop acting like a mouse and act like a wolf!”
My heart hammers against my ribs. What does he want me to say? That I’m sorry? That I’ll do better? The words tangle on my tongue, trapped behind th
Somehow, I know that’s not what he wants.
He’s looking for more.
Jericho waits, his gaze unwavering, demanding an answer.
I swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “I… I want to become strong enough to stand legitimately beside Lucas. Save my friend. Save this pack. I don’t want to cower behind any of you. I want to be stronger than you.”
For a long moment, he just looks at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nods. “That’s all I needed to know.”
Relief floods through me, so intense it leaves me lightheaded. But before I can fully process it, Selene’s voice cuts through the silence.
His wolf talked to me.
I whip my head around to stare at her, my eyes wide. “What?”
Jericho looks at Selene, clicking his tongue. “Wolves have no business running around like mutts,” he mutters.
My fond reels, living to make sense of this new information. Jericho’s wolf talked to her? How did they even know…?
You know about Selene?” I demand, my voice cracking with
Surprise.
Selene tilts her head, her blue eyes fixed on the grizzled man, the demon of Westwood’s training center. He knows much. He is a wise wolf.
“No dog could handle living on pack lands. Never heard a wolf outside of us, but strange things exist in this world.”
Jericho’s weight settles on the window ledge, the leather of his jacket creaking as he leans against the frame. His gaze, sharp as a blade, cuts through th
“Can you contact this Sister Miriam yourself?” His voice is low, gruff, the words scraping against each other like gravel.
I nod, my fingers twisting together in my lap. “Yes, I think so,”
He grunts, the sound more contemplative than dismissive. “Do you trust her?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, the words bitter on my tongue. “But she’s the only one who seems to have any idea what’s going on with me. With all of this. It ma
Jericho’s jaw tightens, his gaze drifting back to the window. “She assumes you’ll be entering the Unregistered city.”
It’s not a question, but a statement.
“What does she mean by applying under her grace?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jericho’s eyes snap back to mine, the intensity in them making me want to shrink back. “It means she’s offering you protection. A way in without being detected.”
Protection. The word echoes in my mind, both a promise and a threat. What would it mean to accept Sister Miriam’s grace? What would I be agreeing to
“Is that even possible?” I ask, my brow furrowing. “I thought the Unregistered city was impenetrable.”
Jericho’s lips twist into a wry smile, devoid of humor. “Nothing is impenetrable, girl. Not even the strongholds of the supernatural.”
I let that sink in, the weight of it settling on my shoulders like a physical burden. If Sister Miriam can get me into the Unregistered city, then maybe, just m chance of finding Lisa. Of bringing her home.
But at what cost?
Selene’s presence brushes against my mind, a gentle reminder that I’m not alone in this. We must be cautious, Ava. The vampire’s offer may come with