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."

* * *

my body has suffered no ill effects. My muscles are toned, 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

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

would be nice,

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

disagrees vociferously. It yearns for him in a way that

improvement. I can understand, though.

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

Kellan's refusal

snaps, turning back to me.

her voice earning her a dark glower

you, but I can't?"

not." Getting between them is pointless; it just goes round and round. Jericho watches me

variety of people. I would even venture to say that it's ultimately for my

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

triumph to my side, grabbing my arm in a hug. "It's settled, then. Even

along," he grunts. "They're in the

time, but Lisa and I follow with excitement. It's our

It's filled with at least twenty young shifters, almost all men, all sparring on the mats. Lisa

a born-human, to be surrounded

over her heart. All the others turn and bow after she does, with the same motion.

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