Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 124 Ava: Surprise Invitation

Easier said than done. But I try to clear my head, to let my body take over. Slipping to the side, I evade a vicious right hook. There—an opening. It's classic and obvious and it might be a trap, but I dart forward, inside his reach, and drive my elbow into his solar plexus.

He grunts, doubling over. Not letting up, I grab his arm and pivot, using his own momentum to flip him over my hip. He hits the mat hard, the breath knocked out of him.

For a second, I just stand there, stunned. Holy shit, did I actually just do that? A slow grin spreads across my face.

"Good!" Amara calls out. "That's enough for now."

We break apart, both of us panting and sweaty. I glance over at my opponent, expecting to see grudging respect or even surprise. Instead, fury contorts his face, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage.

A chill runs through me. Did I just make an enemy? Anxiety claws at my throat; I know what it means to have a pack who detests me. Even with the guards Lucas has me under, I have no faith that I'm safe if I'm hated by everyone in Westwood.

I know what happens in the shadows.

Before I can smooth things over, the shifter—I think his name might be Ben or something—bows, his expression smoothing into polite neutrality. "Thank you for the match," he says stiffly. Then he turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving me staring after him in confusion.

Did I imagine that look? I replay the moment in my head, trying to pinpoint what I saw. But with each passing second, I grow less certain. Maybe it was just the heat of the fight, the sting of being bested. Surely he doesn't actually hate me for throwing him once... right?

You did well, Selene says, her voice warm with approval. Don't let one surly pup shake your confidence.

Shaking off my worries, I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing in my jaw. It reaches deep into my ear. My ribs ache every time I breathe, but I fill my lungs anyway, before consciously relaxing my body, one muscle group at a time.

Selene's right. I can't control how others react to me. I'm here to train. If they want to hate me, there's little I can do about that.

I just have to keep training. Improving. I'm going to get bruised, but eventually, I'll be able to give back as much as I get.

can't quite shake the unease prickling down my neck, making me

out of nowhere, which is—as far as I'm concerned—a specialty of hers. "I

familiar hug. Pain lances through my side, stealing my breath for a moment. I grit my teeth,

as she realizes her mistake. She quickly withdraws her arm from

throb in protest, but I ignore them.

undimmed. "I'm sore as hell, but it's getting better. I think they went a little easier on me today—only a couple

I mutter, only half-joking. My whole body feels like one giant

knot in my chest loosening a

forgot!" Lisa bounces on her toes, eyes sparkling with sudden excitement. "Guess what? We got

colors my tone. After the chilly reception from the Westwood wolves,

her arm through mine, undeterred, but this time careful not to smack against my injuries. "Chloe invited us. She said it's like a monthly thing, a chance for the younger wolves to

I turn red when I sweat; she does that whole glistening thing, where she just looks sexier

kind of setup? My experience with my birth pack has made me wary of any overtures

wouldn't be the worst thing. A chance to feel normal for a night, to forget

to let us go,

to the abyss. We have

sensing my indecision. "Come on, Ava. It'll be fun! We could both use a break from all this craziness, don't

time for that to change. It'll be

training non-stop, barely a moment to breathe between sessions. As much as I'd love to be stronger, I'm not sure how many

encouraging. You've earned a night of fun. I'll

back, even if I can't fully trust the Westwood wolves

mustering a smile for Lisa. "Let's do

"Yes! This is going to

to expect. For