Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 104 Ava: Training (I)

The best way to deal with all the confusion involving feelings?

Exercise.

Jericho watches in approval as I push myself past my limits, determined to grow stronger. New bruises appear and disappear each day as my supernatural healing kicks in. Lisa, on the other hand, is covered with them, in various stages of healing.

I'm determined to ignore everything about Lucas and Clayton for as long as I can. It's easier to just… not deal with it all.

Healthy? Probably not.

But hell, I'm just going to settle for making it through each day for now.

An odd, itchy feeling doesn't stop all day. Lisa smacks at my hands every time I begin scratching at my neck and shoulders. My belly looks as if it's been clawed by a raccoon, though the marks fade within half an hour each time.

"You have to stop that, Ave. You're driving yourself insane. The more you scratch, the more you'll itch. Just take some Benadryl."

"Fast healing means a fast metabolism. Benadryl won't even touch it, and I don't know wolf dosing. I'd have to go to a healer to figure it out." I've explained this to Lisa before, but her exasperation over my scratching overcomes minor details like that.

It doesn't bother me. I repeat myself as often as I need to. I just worry that other wolves in the pack might bother her.

So far, Lisa hasn't gone anywhere without me. Between the guards always nearby and Kellan's presence every morning before training and every afternoon after, we haven't done anything outside of our apartment. Even our food gets delivered.

Lisa's company is amazing, but we're both going a little stir-crazy.

That might be what's wrong with me.

of nowhere, and I almost jump

What're you doing?

the pace. My muscles scream in protest as I push myself to sprint faster around the track. The itching across my skin intensifies with each stride, a maddening sensation that refuses to

shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon's power remains foreign to me. Yet, an

the forest, running almost as fast as wolves, I've been desperate to feel that

haven't felt a hint of it since

gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her

a coherent response. My breath is too short

like my body is yearning

no sense at all. Even in full-fledged wolf shifters, the moon is nothing more than an enhancement. An aphrodisiac for some, and a hair trigger on anger

why do I feel like bathing in the silver

just bizarre. That's the problem. Where the fuck is normal, and how

another lap, Jericho's voice booms across the track once more. "Faster! You think you can outrun

my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps

She's so sore that I spend an hour every

late are not

fiercely

right there in front

track." His voice cracks like

too?" Lisa protests, her face flushed

steely gaze on her. "Life isn't fair. Get over it. This

hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of it. Jericho

thighs almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my muscles screaming in protest. I grit my teeth, determined to