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.

coming up," Jericho announces out of nowhere,

you doing?

muscles scream in protest as I push myself to sprint faster around the track.

with their significance. As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon's power remains foreign to me. Yet, an inexplicable sense of anticipation builds within

fast as wolves, I've been desperate

a hint of it

coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed with exertion. "What do you think he means by that?" she pants, her words punctuated by labored

breath is too short and

body is

for some, and a hair trigger on anger for the others. They're

feel like bathing in the silver moonlight of a full, round

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

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

my teeth, channeling my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from hitting a decent

full five miles. She's so sore that I spend an hour every night massaging her from head to toe. Human bodies are weak. I would know; I lived in one all my

changes of late are not what I

yearn for the moon so fiercely worries

fifth mile, Jericho's right there in front of me, like a fucking unwanted ghost in my

cracks like a whip, making

I do lunges too?" Lisa protests, her face flushed from exertion. She still hasn't finished her five

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

treats my friend. I set my hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of

almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my muscles screaming in