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."

* * *

around my belly is gone, and I breeze through

mean I've magically

be nice,

haze of training, Kellan's constant presence, and Lucas

still murky and undefined, but the fated bond within me disagrees vociferously. It yearns for him in a way that hurts almost more than his

remains indifferent to Lucas, though she's avoided open hostility. It's an improvement. I can understand, though.

Jericho suggests that Lisa and I join a training group of young shifters in the

Kellan's refusal

didn't ask you," Jericho snaps, turning back to

vehemence in her voice earning her a dark

but I can't?" He protests in my

wants to say, and you're not." Getting between them is pointless;

variety of people. I would even venture to

knows where I'm going immediately; that glower lightens to a grimace that passes for a smile in the old man. "I'll speak with the alpha,

arm in a hug. "It's settled, then. Even your

along," he grunts. "They're

with a bunch of junior shifters doesn't sound like a fun time,

at least twenty young shifters, almost all men, all sparring on the mats.

must be odd, as a born-human, to be surrounded by a bunch of

turn and bow after she does, with the same motion. I look at Jericho in confusion, but he doesn't acknowledge it, just staring in his signature brooding

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