Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 99

Chapter 99 Ava: Life in Westwood (IV)

A plastic thud startles me awake. I crack open an eye to see Lisa's alarm clock skitter across the floor, her arm still extended from the throw.

"I can't do this anymore," she moans into her pillow. "Everything hurts. I think my eyelashes are sore."

I laugh, but it turns into a groan as I slide out of bed, my muscles screaming in protest. Four days of Jericho's training from hell, and my body still hasn't adjusted. I'm not sure it ever will.

"Do you think the bodyguards would murder Jericho if we asked nicely?" Lisa's voice is muffled, her face still buried in her pillow.

"Stop dreaming." I limp to the bathroom, each step an agony. "And get ready. You know he'll just make it worse if we're late."

Lisa's groan follows me as I shut the door, a smile tugging at my lips despite the pain. As much as I hate the early mornings and the constant ache in my muscles, there's a part of me that relishes the challenge. Each day I push myself further, each day I grow stronger.

Selene would be proud.

The thought sobers me as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Four days, and still no sign of her. I'm starting to wonder if she'll ever come back. If I'll ever be whole again.

I splash water on my face, the cold shock chasing away the melancholy thoughts. I can't afford to dwell on what I've lost. Not when I have so much to gain.

By the time I emerge from the bathroom, Lisa is up and dressed, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She shoots me a baleful look as she tugs on her sneakers.

"I hate you for being a morning person."

"I'm not a morning person," I protest, grabbing my water bottle. "I'm just better at pretending than you are."

amusement in

deep breath, steeling myself for another day of

stretches out her legs. "But let's

and Lisa and I groan in unison. We don't have to check. Of

Kellan with

impassive. "There's nothing in my life more

have here? But before I can needle

to the training grounds is mercifully short, but not short enough to avoid the dread pooling in my stomach. Jericho. Another day of his disapproval and disdain. I'm really starting to like him, but also I hate

predicted, he's waiting for us, his scarred face set

"We'll make it up to you. How about we bring donuts

to play games? Fine. Run another mile. Both

a groan, shooting Lisa a glare. She shrugs, unrepentant, and

who seems to hate us. But as much as

myself. For whatever

I grit my teeth and keep running, pushing through the pain. One foot in

burn. Lactic acid (something I've learned about in recent days) scorches my muscles, a deep, throbbing ache that pulses with each labored

me, Lisa's chest heaves, her face flushed crimson

the

groans, the sound a pitiful whimper. "You've got

head, wincing as the movement sends a fresh wave of agony through my body. "Sorry, Jericho. My legs have officially died. I'm going to have to pass on

face twisting into a sneer. "Well, aren't you two being real fucking

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