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.

moon's coming up," Jericho announces out of nowhere, and I almost jump ten feet

What're you

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

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

fast as wolves, I've been desperate to

felt a hint of it

back as I round the bend, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed with exertion. "What do you think he means by that?"

shake my head, unable to form a coherent response. My breath is too short and my brain too confused by

body is yearning

hair trigger on anger for the others. They're a little more volatile, a little more inclined to drink, a little late to

do I feel like bathing in the silver

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

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

step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from hitting

so sore that I spend an hour every

late are not

moon so fiercely worries me, even as

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

track." His voice cracks like a whip, making

Why can't I do lunges too?" Lisa protests, her face flushed

turns his steely gaze on her. "Life isn't fair. Get

my chest at the dismissive way he treats my friend. I set my hands on my hips,

my lunges, feeling the burn in my thighs almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my muscles screaming