Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 235

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Magister Orion clasps his hands in front of him and beams in my direction. “And now, we have you, Ava Grey. The first wizard in a very long time.” 

Feeling the intensity of his gaze, I shift my weight, settling a little deeper into my chair as though that will somehow shield me from his excitement. “I don’t want 

you to see me as something special. I’m just me.” 

“You can’t get away from being special, Ava Grey.” He sighs. “It’s unfortunate, but you’ll never be able to escape that. Even without your magic, you’re mated to an alpha, correct?” 

I nod. 

“Then you were already special to begin with.” He spreads his hands with a little shrug. “Your magic is 

like confetti on a cake.” 

Confetti? 

Oh. He must mean sprinkles. 

“Sprinkles are disgusting,” I point out. 

They are not. I like them. Selene’s little whisper in my 

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mind has my nose wrinkling 

Sprinkles are just crunchy wax covering delicious icing. They have no business being within a mile of a decent 

cake. 

“Yes, well, there are those who love their sprinkles.” 

Magister Orion claps his hands. “So. Fire was your first element. I’m a little surprised. I thought it would be 

water.” 

Tilting my head, I ask, “Does it matter?” 

“Matter? No. It’s a simple bit of curiosity. A personal theory, I suppose. Have you had any success with 

other elements?” 

“Water,” Vanessa offers. 

“Oh?” That sparkling look in his eyes is back. “You 

touched water?” 

Shaking my head, I admit, “Not exactly. Nothing happened, but I could feel something inside. 

Something that felt refreshing and cool, when I finally stopped trying to force it.” 

“Interesting,” Magister Orion murmurs. “And were you having memories again, when you felt it?” 

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“Not like with fire.” Squinting, I think back. “I did think about water and its properties, but it felt like 

something was missing. Like it wasn’t enough. Then Selene told me to stop trying to force it, and I tried to relax. Once I finally did, it came to me. It doesn’t really feel like I’m in control of it, but that it’s coming up to 

me on its own.” 

Babbling through my explanation makes me feel 

awkward. I’m not sure of the words to use, or how to describe the feelings in my body. I don’t even know if it makes sense to him. 

“It sounds like a partial activation. You felt your attunement with the element. This is still good, still good. Yes, indeed.” 

Magister Orion bounces out of his chair, his massive frame surprisingly agile as he begins to pace. His lips move, but the words are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my ears, leaning forward slightly, but it’s no use. Whatever’s going through his mind, he’s keeping it to himself. 

After a few minutes of this, he lets out a sigh so heavy I swear I feel the air move. “Red tape,” he grumbles. “Always with the red tape.” 

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I’m about to ask what he means when he continues, his voice rising. “Florice can take her damn applications and shove them up her ass.” 

My eyes widen. It’s jarring, like hearing a teacher 

swear. 

“I apologize for my crass language,” he says, noticing my expression. “I’m simply sick of how things are governed here. Did you know we even need to fill out paperwork to take a shit?” 

A laugh escapes me, awkward and uncertain. Is he joking? 

“I wish it were more of an exaggeration than it is,” he mutters, confirming my suspicions. 

Before I can process this bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion’s demeanor shifts. “Follow me,” he says, his tone brooking no argument. 

We trail after him to the back of the building. He stops in front of a blank wall, and I’m about to ask why when, like magic, doors appear. 

No, not like magic. They are magic. The wall shimmers and parts, revealing an entrance where there was 

nothing before 

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We’re in what looks like a forested grove, trees stretching up towards… I blink, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. The ceiling–if you can call it that— cycles between sun, stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It’s disorienting and beautiful all at 

once. 

The magic here is palpable. It’s in the air, in the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste it, a tang on my tongue like ozone after a lightning strike. 

“Welcome to the training room,” Magister Orion 

announces. 

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We’re suddenly standing in what looks like a giant metal box. 

“What just happened?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“This room changes according to the needs of its owner,” Magister Orion explains. “But it won’t change at whim for others.” 

I spin in a slow circle, taking it all in. The level of magic surrounding us is staggering It makes the hair 

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We’re in what looks like a forested grove, trees 

stretching up towards… I blink, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. The ceiling-if you 

can call it that- cycles between sun, stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It’s disorienting and beautiful all at 

once. 

The magic here is palpable. It’s in the air, in the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste it, a tang on my tongue like ozone after a lightning strike. 

“Welcome to the training room,” Magister Orion 

announces. 

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We’re suddenly standing in what looks like a giant metal box. 

“What just happened?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“This room changes according to the needs of its owner,” Magister Orion explains. “But it won’t change at whim for others.” 

I spin in a slow circle, taking it all in. The level of magic surrounding us is staggering. It makes the hair 

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on my arms stand up, sends a tingle down my spine. 

“In this room, you should be safe to practice your magic,” Magister Orion says. 

Marcus, ever vigilant, latches onto one word. “Should?” 

Magister Orion nods, his expression grave. “It is 

possible to break through the wards of this place, 

given enough raw magic. But it would take an immense amount of power.” 

I’m still reeling from the room’s transformation when Magister Orion drops another bombshell. 

“Time flows differently here,” he says. “An hour here can be a minute in the Fae Ward, or ten. It changes, and even I can’t always predict it.”