Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 123 Ava: New Shifters

Lisa and I share a look before following Amara further into the gym. I can feel the eyes of the other shifters tracking our every move. Unease has my heart beating in rapid rhythm, like a frantic chicken flapping its wings. All the excitement I'd felt at meeting new people is now buried beneath the worries dashing through my mind.

Do they hate me?

Is their disapproval because I'm a Blackwood wolf?

Do they know I can't shift?

Have there been complaints about me?

What have they been saying?

But, of course, I don't have the answers, so I follow behind with my mouth shut.

It will be fine, Selene assures me, but she's very unconcerned about the thoughts of humans or shifters. In fact, I'm not sure she cares about anyone other than me. She isn't even fond of our fated mate.

Selene snorts. Fated doesn't mean inevitable.

Once we reach the mats, Amara turns to face us, her stance relaxed but ready. It's hard not to focus on the lean muscles defined in her arms. I'd thought I was making improvement with my training, but compared to her? I look like a newborn baby, soft and squishy.

"Let's start with some basic defensive moves and see where you're at."

Amara launches into an explanation of a simple block and counter, demonstrating the moves with fluid grace. I focus on her words, trying to commit the steps to memory.

Then it's our turn to try. Lisa goes first, her face set in concentration as she attempts to mirror Amara's movements. It's a little clumsy, but she executes the block successfully.

"Good," Amara praises. "Remember to keep your weight centered and your arm firm."

by some miracle manages to

step up next, taking a deep breath to center

through the motions, muscle memory from Jericho's training kicking in. The block is solid, my stance steady. Amara's eyebrows raise slightly, a hint of

done," she says. "You've clearly been practicing. Next time, commit to the movement. You're hesitant, and

surges through me as I glance toward Jericho, who watches me in continued silence. Maybe I'm

push myself harder, striving to perfect each technique. I have to repeat them multiple times, and despite her

is a quick learner, her determination making up for any shortcomings. She gets me down more often than not, but I can tell a difference in our strength. Jericho has said nothing about it—but I can

training, but something else. Like my enhanced healing, and how I woke up from a three-week long coma no longer needing glasses to

burning and my lungs heaving. But

Lisa, who's usually dead after a long day of training, bounces

I gulp down water, a prickle of awareness runs along my spine. Glancing up, I find several of the male shifters watching me with interest. It makes me want to squirm, their gazes a little

look away, focusing on Lisa instead as she chatters excitedly about everything we've learned. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I find myself smiling, the unease from

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day was a fucking bait

us to Amara's tutelage, and over the next five days, we're brutalized and beaten to the

more than mild curiosity and distance, I would be certain she's trying to bully me

nothing, technically, to complain

just something, a subtle energy among the shifters, in their eyes and the

are jealous, Selene

you watching your trashy

distance. It is very entertaining. Humans know how to tell a story, even

Amara shouts, and I drag my head

other shifters, a younger male with a cocky swagger, is my opponent this morning. He's one

I'm lacking.

think of me

they think. They are all beneath you. Selene's natural arrogance is probably because of her Lycan