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."

* * *

what little excess flab I had around my belly is gone, and I breeze through most of Jericho's workouts with little effort. The self-defense training takes a bit

mean I've magically gained an

would be nice,

of training, Kellan's constant presence,

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

indifferent to Lucas, though she's avoided open hostility. It's an improvement. I can understand, though. She, too, is frustrated by

training group of young

Kellan's refusal is

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

earning her a dark glower from the pack

can speak for you, but I can't?" He protests in

say, and you're not." Getting between them is pointless; it just goes round and round. Jericho watches me with expectation in his

would be helpful to train with a variety of people. I would even venture to

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

grabbing my arm in a

along," he grunts. "They're in

inside a sweaty gymnasium with a bunch of junior shifters doesn't sound like a fun time, but

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

to be

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, just

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