Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Ava: Getting Stronger

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Lucas' voice is deeper through the phone, giving our hushed conversation in my bedroom a more sordid feeling than would be expected, given the fact that we haven't talked about anything remotely intimate.

That fated-mate tingle settles into my nether regions as he speaks. Lisa's asleep, and Kellan is, too, taking over the couch in the living room like he does every night.

"I'm not." Trying not to wake the others, I speak in a soft murmur.

"I miss you." He sounds frustrated. Tired.

Kellan said he's been trying to track down my family. I hope he finds them soon; I just want everything to be over. Having guards everywhere I go is awful.

I have yet to meet anyone new. No friends. Not even acquaintances. I don't even get to buy things at the store, because someone is always sent to buy what I ask for.

It's suffocating.

"Have you made any progress?"

"Mmm." His noncommital sound gives little hope. "I will find them, Ava. You will be safe."

"I know."

"Get some sleep. It's late."

"I will." A yawn catches me by surprise, my jaw cracking with the force of it.

"Good night, Ava."

"Good night, Lucas."

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no ill effects. My muscles are toned, what little excess flab I had around my belly is gone, and

become athletic. That doesn't mean I've magically gained an ability

would be

in a haze of training, Kellan's constant presence, and

bond within me disagrees vociferously. It yearns for him in a way that hurts almost more than his

open hostility. It's an improvement. I can understand, though. She, too,

I join a training group of young

refusal is

ask you," Jericho snaps, turning back to me. "Are you

in her voice earning her a dark glower from the

for you, but I can't?" He

saying what she wants to say, and you're not." Getting between them is pointless; it just goes round and round. Jericho watches me with expectation

train with a variety of people. I would even venture to say that it's ultimately

lightens to a grimace that passes for a smile in the old man.

my side, grabbing my arm in a hug. "It's settled,

he grunts. "They're in the training

like a fun time, but Lisa and I follow with excitement. It's

gymnasium isn't a far walk, and I recognize it as the place we train during rainy days. It's filled with at least twenty young shifters, almost all men, all sparring on the mats. Lisa clings to my arm,

odd, as a born-human, to be surrounded

to us with a respectful bow in Jericho's direction, one hand over her heart. All the others turn and bow after she does, with the same motion. I look at Jericho in confusion, but he doesn't acknowledge it,

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