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.

announces out of nowhere,

you doing?

as I push myself to sprint faster around the track. The itching across my skin intensifies with each stride, a maddening sensation that

me with their significance. As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon's power remains

that day in the forest, running almost as fast

a hint of

Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed with exertion. "What do you think he means by that?"

response. My breath is too short and my brain too confused by

like my body

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

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

Everything lately is just bizarre. That's the problem. Where the

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

relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from

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

of late are not

fact that I yearn for the moon so fiercely worries me,

fifth mile, Jericho's right there in front of me,

track." His voice cracks like a whip, making me

her face

steely gaze on her. "Life isn't fair. Get over it. This is a performance-based

he treats my friend. I set my hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of it. Jericho isn't the

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