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

you

picking up the pace. My muscles scream in protest as I push myself to sprint faster around the track. The itching

moon. The words echo in my mind, taunting me with their significance. As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon's power

forest, running almost as fast as wolves, I've been desperate

hint of it since that

coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face

unable to form a coherent response. My breath is too short and my brain too confused by how I feel about

like my body

on anger for the others. They're a little more volatile, a little more inclined

feel like bathing in the

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

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

step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from hitting a decent stride. I'm too

before I do, barely making it the full five miles. She's so sore that I spend an hour every night massaging

late are not

for the moon so fiercely

in front

The entire track." His voice cracks like a whip,

lunges too?" Lisa protests, her face flushed from

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

set my hands on my hips, ready to argue, but

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