Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 16

Summary for 16: Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted

16 – A Turning Point in Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted by Lenaleia

In this chapter of Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted, Lenaleia introduces major changes to the story. 16 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Novel genre.

16 Ava: Settling In (II) 

Thunk. 

That’s it. That’s the last book, tossed onto a pile of mystery novels. Fifteen boxes are now empty, and while it might appear that my apartment is little more than a haphazard pile of empty boxes and organized book piles, my heart breathes with the room I’ve created by tackling the monster that is everything Mrs. Elkins stored in this apartment for the last who knows how long.

The couch is soft and springy as I flop onto it, taking a well–deserved break. Selene’s ears perk up at my sudden display of enthusiasm, but she doesn’t move, content to rest by the front door, which happens to be one of the few places in the living room not covered in something.

“We did it, Selene! We’ve tackled the monster and unpacked it all!”

Well, everything that was in the living room. The kitchen still has a few boxes, and let’s not even talk about the bedroom. But the living room? The living

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room is done, and that’s what matters.

I survey the piles of books scattered around the room, separated by genre. There’s a stack of classics, a pile of contemporary fiction, a few biographies, and even a small collection of poetry. The biggest pile by far, though, is near and dear to my heart. Romance. Tantalizing little bodice–rippers with bare male chests whispering to me, enticing me to flip them open and be drawn into a world of magical, mystical, perfect

men.

I used to read them whenever I had a chance. The

White Peak library was full of them, and I was desperate for any happy ever after I could get my hands on.

They’re a lot less appealing these days.

I rub my chest, frustrated by the ache that likes to poke its head out in my weak moments, and snap a quick photo of the piles to send to Mrs. Elkins.

[AVA: What should I do with all these books?]

Selene seems to realize that I’m done moving for a while and slinks over on her silent paws, jumping beside me. She circles once, twice, then settles down,

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her head resting on my thigh. I scratch behind her soft ears as I wait for Mrs. Elkins‘ response.

My phone buzzes.

[MRS. ELKINS: Keep them, dear. Start your own library. They’ve already been up there for a decade gathering dust anyway.]

I look at the books with new appreciation. My own library? The thought had never occurred to me. In the Blackwood Pack, books were a luxury. Books were unnecessary, and Mom and Dad weren’t interested in feeding my addiction to fantasy worlds and lives that could take me away from my own, at least for a while.

But now, surrounded by the musty scent of old pages,

the idea doesn’t seem so far–fetched.

Selene’s cold nose snuffles against my hand, and I realize I’ve stopped petting her. “What do you think, Selene? Should we keep them all?”

What a silly question. As if it was ever an option to get rid of them. Who throws away books? @

She lets out a contented sigh, which I choose to interpret as a yes.

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My fingers linger over the spines of the books, their textures as varied as their titles. Some are smooth, others ridged, a few even cracked with age. Each one holds a story, a world waiting to be explored. And now, they’re mine.

Mine to read, mine to cherish, mine to display.

But where?

I stand, ignoring Selene’s huff of displeasure at being disturbed, and survey the living room with a critical eye. The walls are bare, save for a few generic paintings that came with the apartment. They’ll have to go, replaced by shelves.

Shelves that will hold my new library.

I pace the room, measuring with my steps. The wall opposite the couch could fit a tall bookcase, perfect for the hardcovers. The smaller paperbacks could go on a lower shelf, maybe under the window. And the romance novels? They deserve a special place, perhaps a little nook in the corner where I can curl up and lose myself in their pages again one day.

Yes, that could work.

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But the idea has wrapped its sticky tentacles all over my mind’s eye, and I can’t shake it off. Rough–hewn shelves, crafted by me, holding my books. A labor of love. A step to independence.

I pace the living room. I want this so much, my skin is crawling with all the energy boiling inside of me. The pacing helps. “I can ask Carlos if he has any tools I can borrow. Or maybe Mrs. Elkins has a friend who can help me out.”

The possibilities are spinning in my head, my

apartment fading away as I dream of myself wielding electric tools like a badass. But then, like a record scratch, reality intrudes.

I’ve never built anything in my life. I don’t know the

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first thing about woodworking or carpentry. What if I mess it up? What if I ruin the wood, or worse, hurt myself in the process? What if it looks hideous? What if the weight of the books causes everything to fall after all the hard work I put in?

The doubts creep in, insidious and persistent. Who am I kidding? I’m no handyman. I’m a defective shifter who ran away from home. No talents, no skills, nothing. Just an ache in my chest that won’t leave, dreams of a man who tore my heart apart, and zero prospects for my future.

I sink back onto the couch, deflated once more. Selene whines, and I bury my face into her soft fur, wondering what I need to do in order to change. To turn into a

real adult who can stand on her own two feet.

You’re pathetic, Ava. Get up. You walked away from your asshole family. You’re stronger than this. Stop acting like the weak defect they think you are, and 

grow up.

Yeah. It’s time to stop wallowing.

I take a deep breath and sit up. “No. If I want to build

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shelves, I will. I can figure this shit out. It can’t be that

hard.”