LittleNovelChapter 349 Ava: Daily Life
Once all the refugees are settled in, | spend tchecking on the laundry. In the winter, it's an effort to get done,
but we now have several hand-pump wells located in strategic areas around the compound, making it a little
easier.
The biting cold nips at my cheeks as | make my way to the laundry area.
"Good morning, Luna Ava," a chorus of voices greetsas | enter.
| smile, nodding to each of them. "Good morning, everyone. How are we doing today?"
My eyes land on Tess, her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her stern expression softens slightly as she meets
my gaze. "Luna, we're managing. These new refugees have doubled our workload."
"I'm here to help," | say, rolling up my sleeves. "What needs doing?"
Tess points to a pile of sopping wet clothes. "Those need wringing out and hanging. Mind the cold—it'll freeze
your fingers if you're not careful."
I nod, grabbing a bucket of wet clothes and get to work, in tandem with another she-wolf. She's newer, a refugee
from the Twilight Ridge Pack.
"How are you settling in, Mara?" | ask her.
She givesa shy smile. "It's different, Luna. But good. Everyone's been so kind."
"I'm glad to hear it." Once the clothes are wrung, we head outside to hang them, where they'll freeze on the line
and slowly evaporate until they're dry. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
We work in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds the snap of fabric in the wind and the occasional
grunt of effort. My fingers are numb, but | keep going. These clothes need to dry, and every pair of hands helps.
"Luna," Tess calls, "could you help gather the frozen clothes? They're nearly dry."
I nod, moving to the lines where stiff, icy garments hang like bizarre winter decorations. It's a strange sensation,
peeling them off the line. They crackle and crunch.
"Where do these go?" | ask, arms full of frozen clothes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTess gestures to a series of shelves along the wall. "Sort them by size on those shelves. These aren't for any
specific cabin."
I nod, carefully placing each item in its proper place. As | sort, | chat with the other she-wolves, learning about
their days, their families, their concerns.
"How's your little one doing, Sarah?" | ask, folding a tiny pair of pants.
Sarah beams. "Growing like a weed, Luna. He's already trying to shift, but we tell him he's still got a few years
left before he finds his wolf. He doesn't believe us."
As we work, the conversation flows freely. The she-wolves speak of their mates, their children, the latest pack
gossip. | listen, soaking it all in.
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With the laundry sorted and hung, I stretch my aching muscles and head out of the building. While laundry might
seem like a simple task, it's rougher work than you'd think.
Pulling my coat tightly aroundto block out the biting air, | find myself longing to check on Lucas now that |
have sprecious free time.
"Selene, have you seen Lucas?" | ask, my voice hopeful.
He's out on reconnaissance, Ava. Left a few hours ago.
I sigh, disappointment settling in my chest. "Of course he is. We've barely seen each other lately."
It's the nature of your positions, Selene replies, her tone sympathetic. Would you like to check the perimeter? It
might help clear your head.
"Mm. Yeah, | guess. Any news while | was busy?"
Vester's group returned a while ago. No refugees with them this time.
A small smile tugs at my lips. "That's good to hear. Vanessa must be happy to have him back."
| gather a few of my guards, selecting five wolves | trust. Well—really, | grab Marcus and let him choose the other
four. But his trust is my trust.
As we prepare to head out, I'm surprised to see Vanessa approaching, bundled up against the cold.
"I heard you were heading out. Mind if | join you? There are sherbs to the northeast I'd like to gather."
| blink, caught off guard. "Herbs? In this weather?"
Vanessa's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Winter plants, actually. They're quite useful for certain remedies.
Humans have little benefit, but shifters do."
As we trudge through the snow, Selene's warm presence at my side, | can't help but feel a sense of peace
despite the biting cold. The crunch of snow beneath our feet creates a rhythmic melody, broken only by the
occasional whisper of wind through bare branches.
Ah, we're venturing out? Grimoire's sleepy mental voice suddenly perks up, catchingoff guard.
"What have you been up to?" | ask, curiosity coloring my tone. It's not often that Grimoire sounds so... drowsy.
Just shuffling through memories, he replies, his voice carrying a hint of something | can't quite place. Nostalgia,
perhaps?
We continue our journey in companionable silence, the wards our destination. | can't help but marvel at how far
out they've been placed now. It's a testament to my growing strength, | suppose, but it still feels surreal. It takes
Suddenly, Grimoire's voice breaks through my musings. Ava, do you remember the history of rune magic?
| furrow my brow, caught off guard by the question. "You haven't really taughtanything about it. Just that
wizards put their excess magic into their wards and glyphs."
Grimoire hums thoughtfully, the sound reverberating in my mind. Then he falls silent again. | don't prod him for
more information, though. I've learned that with Grimoire, patience is key. He'll speak when he's ready.
As we approach the first ward, | feel a faint tingle of magic in the air. It's barely perceptible, like the ghost of a
touch against my skin, but | recognize it instantly. My magic.
| pause, closing my eyes and reaching out with my senses. The ward is invisible to the naked eye, but to me, it's
as clear as day. A shimmering veil of energy, pulsing with power.
Taking a deep breath, | focus my energy and begin to infuse a little more of my magic into the ward. It's a
delicate process, requiring concentration and control. Too much power could overload the ward, too little would
leave it weakened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs | work, | can feel the ward strengthening, its energy intertwining with mine. It's an oddly intimate sensation,
like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind to protect this place.
When I'm satisfied with the ward's strength, | open my eyes and nod to the others. "Let's move on to the next
one," | say, my voice soft but firm.
The wind picks up, sending a shiver down my spine despite my warm coat. | pull it tighter around me, grateful
for its protection against the biting cold.
"Vanessa," | call out, glancing back at the healer. "How much further until we reach those herbs you're looking
for?"
She looks up from where she's been studying the ground, a small smile on her face. "Not too far now."
As we trudge through the snow, Grimoire speaks up again, distant and contemplative. You know, glyphs weren't
created by humans. They're patterns drawn by magic itself.
"| thought it was an ancient language."
In a way, yes, it is. But not one made by people. The words written on my pages are the language created by
witches, inspired by the runes we use.
Huh. So, witches knew about the runes.
Yes. The different designations of magic-users clater on.
Fascinating. The history of Lycans and magic always catchesby surprise as | learn more of them.
| admit, it's a rather simplistic way to boil down the history. There's much more to it, of course.
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