Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted Chapter 260 Ava: Call It

"I know." Nibbling the side of my finger, my brows pull together. Why would he tell to keep it safe, knowing it might be too dangerous?

What were the words he used again? They seed significant.

"Ava, I need you to tell you're not going to the Blackwood territory."

Jerking my head up, I blink at Vanessa's worried stare. "I'm not going. I'm just trying to think."

My brain's dead set on rembering what Magister Orion said.

What was it?

Call my book?

Yeah, that's it.

"The book is useless to anyone even if they find it," Marcus says, his words soft. Is he trying to comfort ? "Don't worry, Ava. It'll be a paperweight. Or, if we're lucky, they'll be allergic. Like Selene."

He is trying to comfort .

How sweet.

"That's if we assu they don't know how to open it. The knowledge has been lost to us, but there are Fae involved now, rember?"

Marcus sighs. "Life was easier without this magic shit," he mutters, almost too soft for to hear.

But I do.

My lips quirk. I agree with him wholeheartedly.

"Magister Orion said to call the book to ," I say, looking to Vanessa instead. Sotis it helps to talk out my thought process. "He wouldn't have said it like that if I were to go pick it up, right?"

Her eyes squint as she thinks it through. "That sounds right. But what does it an? Can you move it from place to place with your magic?"

My nose itches, and I rub at it in frustration. "I think that's exactly what he ans, but I have no idea how to implent it." A long sigh, filled with regrets and lack of ti. Ti is always in short supply. "I wish Magister Orion had taught sothing like that before everything happened."

Vanessa's lips quirk into a small smile. "If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets."

I stare at her for a mont, the unexpected phrase catching off guard. Then, despite the gravity of our situation, a laugh bubbles up from my chest. "I haven't heard that phrase since I was in human school."

The laughter feels good, a brief respite from the tension that's been coiling tighter and tighter inside . It's strange how such a small thing can bring back mories of a simpler ti, before I knew about the complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my own magical abilities, before the world seed to be falling apart around us. Not a happy ti. But simpler.

"My grandmother used to say that all the ti," Vanessa says, her eyes softening with the mory. "She had a saying for everything."

Marcus clears his throat, bringing us back to the present as his eyes remain glued to the road ahead. "As much as I appreciate the trip down mory lane, we should focus. It must be important, for him to warn her in that situation."

The car hums, jostling its way over the road as if it's full of potholes, making it even harder to concentrate. "We spent most of our ti on basic control exercises." Also known as the thing that would keep from kabooming everyone within radius if I didn't get training. "I can light a candlestick if you need too. Blackouts? I'm your girl. Summoning a magical book across hundreds of miles?"

"Not so much," Vanessa chis in with a chuckle.

I close my eyes, trying to recall anything that might be useful. "He did ntion sothing about intent being crucial in magic. He must think I'm capable of doing this, so I just need to figure out how. Right?"

Vanessa turns almost completely around on the passenger side of the bench to face . There are no seatbelts. Well, there were once upon a ti—they were all cut out at so point in this truck's long and busy life.

"Intent, huh? That makes sense. Magic seems to be all about willpower."

I nod, latching onto the idea. "If I lose concentration, I lose control. So it's the bedrock of my magic."

Even the back of Marcus' head can't hide his skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you just think really hard about the book and it appears?"

I shrug, feeling a bit foolish. "Maybe? It's worth a try, right?"

Vanessa leans over the seat to whisper, "He just doesn't have the imagination to comprehend what you can do."

"I can hear you, Healer Thorn."

"You were ant to," she chides. "Don't make her feel bad when she's trying to figure things out."

"I wasn't trying to—" he bites back the rest of his words. "Never mind. I'll just drive."

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to empty my mind.

The old truck rattles and shakes, every bump in the road threatening to jostle out of my concentration. A stale, acrid sll of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, tickling my nose and tempting to sneeze. I push it all away, focusing on the task at hand.

Mrs. Elkins' book. I picture it in my mind, with the silky feel its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps, tarnished by age. The way the pages felt beneath my fingertips. The symbols that appeared and disappeared like magic.

Magic. That's what I need now.

I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. The truck hits another pothole, and I grit my teeth.

Focus, Ava. Focus.

The symbols dance in my mory, swirling and shifting. I try to grasp them, to hold onto their aning, but they slip away like smoke. Frustration bubbles up inside , and I push it down.

Calm. I need to be calm.

"Ava?" Vanessa's voice breaks through my concentration. "Are you okay? You look pale."

I nod, not opening my eyes. "I'm trying to focus."

"Okay," she says softly. "We'll be quiet."

The truck rumbles on, and I sink deeper into my thoughts. I picture the book again, trying to will it into existence. Co on, I think. Co to .

But whenever I open my eyes—nothing happens.

No book in my hands.

Just the three of us, this ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the deserted rural road we're traveling.

I frown, concentrating harder. Magister Orion said to call it to , so it must be possible; I just have to figure out how.

A massive undertaking for a new magic user.

The sll of smoke grows stronger, and I wrinkle my nose. It's distracting, pulling out of my focus. I try to push it away, but it lingers, stubborn and persistent.

I'm not giving up. Besides, we have a long way still before we make it to wherever Lucas is at.

I picture the book again, this ti focusing on the feeling it gave when I held it. The sense of power, of potential. The way it seed to hum with energy, as if it was alive sohow. I reach out with my mind, trying to connect with that energy.

For a mont, I think I feel sothing. A spark, a flicker of... sothing. But then it's gone, lost in the rumble of the truck's engine and the jostling of the road.

The snarl that rips out of is a sound I've never made in my life, sounding more wolfish than human.

Vanessa's brows are high on her forehead as she stares at .

I shrug. "It's not working. I thought I had it for a second, but…" My mouth twists. "It's gone."

Marcus glances at in the rearview mirror. "If you felt sothing, that must an you've made progress," he says, his tone softer than before. "Don't discount that. Even if you haven't done it yet."

I nod, grateful for his attempt at encouragent. "You're right. I just wish I had more ti to figure it out."

Vanessa turns in her seat to face . "Why don't you tell us more about the book? Maybe talking it through will help center your…" She wiggles her fingers at in a strange gesture. "You know. Magic visions."

I can't help but laugh. "You guys have seen it already."

"But tell us how you see it. How you rember it."

I consider this for a mont. "Well, it's old. Really old. The cover is leather, and so worn that it's as soft as butter. The silver is intricate, but in the little nooks and crannies it's all black and tarnished. There's an energy to it.

It tingles on my fingers and goes up my arms sotis."

As I speak, I can almost feel the book in my hands again. The weight of it, the texture of the cover. "The symbols inside aren't like anything I've ever seen before. They appear and disappear, like they have a mind of their own."

"That was unsettling," Marcus agrees.

I nod. "Yeah. And amazing, too." I pause, rembering the awe I felt when I first realized what I was seeing. "It's like the book is alive sohow. Like it knows things."

The truck hits another bump, and I grab onto the seat to steady myself.

I close my eyes again, trying to recapture that sense of connection I felt earlier. The book is out there sowhere, waiting for . I just need to reach it.

I think about the magic I've learned so far. The way it flows through , an extension of my will. I picture that energy extending outward, searching for the book, trying to connect with that thrumming magic within.

For a mont, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, I feel... sothing. A tug, like a string attached to my magic. It's faint, barely there, but it's real.