Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 436

Grimoire appears, floating in mid-air, in his preferred form of a child. "I'm not up to anything, you suspicious mutt."

Selene's lips curl back, exposing sharp teeth in a silent warning. The darker fur along her spine bristles, but she remains where she is. Grimoire ignores her.

"What's going through that head of yours?" I ask, feeling a vague sense of trepidation tickling its way down my spine. "You're plotting something. I can tell."

"I believe it's time we seriously consider removing your soul's wards." Grimoire's childlike form hovers as he rotates slowly, his hair and clothes the only things that move according to gravity. It's a trick he doesn't do often; not everyone in Wolf's Landing knows he exists. Outside of our cabin, he's usually in the form of a fox, if he takes a form at all.

A few have seen the red-haired child, but not often enough to cause rumors. While everyone knows about Selene, few know about this second magical being in my head.

"My what?" Frowning, I turn his words over in my head. They're strange and don't make sense. Soul wards? "What are you talking about?"

Grimoire's palm meets his forehead with a sharp smack; it's a mannerism he's picked up from watching the pack's children, and looks odd when he does it. "Not this again. We've had this conversation before, Ava."

A chill races across my skin. My gaze darts to Selene, whose ears now lay flat against her skull.

Yes, Selene says, answering my unspoken question. I remember this discussion. We decided it wasn't worth the risk.

That's impossible. I would remember being a part of this conversation. "When did we talk about this?"

It's been quite some time now, but not long enough for you to forget.

"It's the second time," Grimoire points out. "She forgot my words on our first meeting, as well." His form is finally upside down as he stares at me, eyes glittering.

"What are these wards?"

"The layered wards on your soul are what we believe prevent you from shifting. They're complex and strange."

Definitely not the kind of information I'd forget so completely. My heart trembles, and I wrap my arms around myself. As if I can hold all my memories inside by the simple movement. "This can't be true. Memories don't just disappear like that."

But my eyes dart to Selene again, because—they do. She's living, furry proof of it.

Selene rests her chin against the floor, heaving a deep sigh.

I understand this pain, she says, her presence warm and soothing in my head, like a metaphysical hug. Can you feel where they are missing? The void in your head?

My fingers drum against my arms, but I can't feel any gaps in my memories. No empty spaces. No missing pieces. Everything feels whole, complete—and that terrifies me more than finding holes would. At least Selene has a fuzzy realization of missing memories. I have nothing.

"I don't understand. Wouldn't I notice if memories disappeared?"

Grimoire's small form floats closer, upright once again. "The mind is complex."

Selene scoots across the floor on her belly, until her muzzle rests against my foot. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}