Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 252

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“Perhaps that is true for some vampires, Magister Orion concedes. “But for most of us, it is because of freedom. We do not wish to be regulated and numbered, at the whim of human demands, simply for being different. Those who breach the peace between the human world and that of Dakota Sanctuary are punished. Depending on the severity of their actions, some lose their lives. We have had some vampires put to the guillotine for feeding on nearby human 

cities. 

Fascinating. 

in with you Lo 

“But what does that have to circling back to the main topic. 

“I am one of the few who advocate for increased trade and visitation between our city and the human realm.” Magister Orion waves a hand around the room. “Very few of us wish to live within the Fae realm, under the rule of our kings. There is little freedom to be had under their tyranny. Here, we have equality, votes, and laws to protect us from the overreach of our leaders. Vampires and gnomes are treated as equals. However, our reliance on the Fae realm for food and magical items means that we are at the mercy of the Fae kings. Our freedom here is little more than an illusion.” 

He slams a fist against the table. “I say, if we truly wish for freedom, we should establish connects with the human realm. We have things you do not. We can barter for food, even more land. We can be equals in this world, instead of living half in, and half out.” 

He sighs. “But that is heresy to many.” 

“Then why do you hate wolves so much, if you’re willing to work with humans?” Vanessa asks, and I glance at her in surprise. 

She’s fascinated by everything he’s saying, and I’d already forgotten about how he treated. Vanessa and Marcus when we first got here. 

“Lycans,” and his lip curls before he shakes his head and sighs. “Ancient history, but prejudice is passed down in our history books.” 

“But what happened between wolves and Fae?” 

Magister Orion waves a hand. “It is 

or vampires willingly work with the import in this situation. Suffice to say, very few Fae 

freedom to work as human dogs.” 

In our world, they’re traitors, giving up their 

He pauses for a second, glancing between Vanessa and Marcus. “No offense intended.” 

“So the leaders of the city are all against your views?” Marcus asks. 

“Indeed. I am a rebel with a cause.” He spreads his hands with a shrug. “However, to call them my enemies is a bit of a stretch. 

“Who have been the victims of the riots?” I ask, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I try to think. “Wouldn’t they be the leaders of the city? If that’s so, then they’re probably not who we’re looking for.” 

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Magister Orion looks thoughtful. “Some families, yes. But that doesn’t mean all of them. I would need to contact someone to find out more.” 

Tinker, who’s been quiet all this time, speaks up. “I can contact Layla and see if she’s heard. anything.” 

He nods, a sharp movement of his head. “Yes. Get a list of every attack, and lists of victims. We must organize the information we have. And see what Florice has been working on lately.” 

“Yes, sir!” Tinker salutes, her mechanical wings slapping together, before she darts off. 

It’s like a giant puzzle without a reference picture. My head aches. 

A wave of dizziness washes over me, and I have to grip the arms of the chair to stay upright. 

Vanessa places a cool hand on my forehead. “Your fever’s getting worse,” she murmurs. “We need to get another dose of suppressant into you.” 

The reminder of my impending heat adds another layer of complication to an already impossible situation. I feel tears of frustration prick at my eyes, but I blink them away. 

I don’t have the luxury of being weak. 

“Magister, Marcus says, his voice steady despite the tension in his shoulders, “do you have any way to contact the outside world safely? We need contact Sister Miriam and Selene, see what they know. With the city up in arms, coming back might not be easy. If it were up to me, I’d lock down your portals.” 

Magister Orion frowns. “Usually, no. But with Sister Miriam, it’s possible. I can’t guarantee how quickly we will get a response, but I’ll post a message.” 

“Post a message?” I ask, my brain immediately jumping to the internet and message boards. “Indeed. He smiles. “How do you think we send messages without your,” and he waves vaguely toward my phone, “little devices? We have our own.” 

We have cell phones–outrageously expensive, easy to break, and needing to be upgraded every few years for fear of becoming obsolete in the face of bigger and better software. 

The Fac? 

They have magic balls. 

The kind you think of a quack fortune teller using. 

Only, these are actually made of magic. 

“How fascinating” Vanessa breathes, touching it with one finger. It looks like lightning dancing in its depths, and a ribbon of it reaches out to where her finger touches the glass. 

“Does it hurt?” I ask curiously. 

“No. Can’t even feel it.” She places her entire palm on it, and several arcs of lightning connect to where she has contact. “Feels like just a glass ball. 

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disappears, replaced by swirling gray smoke. It’s mesmerizing, like watching storm clouds gather in fast motion. 

He stares intently into the ball, his eyes narrowing in concentration. The smoke begins to swirl faster, condensing into a tiny orb before vanishing completely. My breath catches as a miniature version of Sister Miriam materializes within the glass sphere.