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.

head for the showers, I can't quite shake the unease prickling down my neck, making me shiver beneath the sweat cooling on

Lisa pops out of nowhere, which is—as far as I'm concerned—a specialty of hers. "I threw a girl called

in a familiar hug. Pain lances through

realizes her mistake. She quickly

up with effort. The bruises throb in

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

loosening

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

After the chilly reception from the Westwood wolves, a party invite seems about as likely as a

"Chloe

nose. I turn red when I sweat; she does that whole

some kind of setup? My experience with my birth pack has made

hopeful, her face open and guileless. She's been through a lot because of me... maybe a party wouldn't

can convince Kellan to let us go, of

ask, throwing concern to the abyss. We have Kellan and

Ava. It'll be fun! We could both use a break from all this craziness, don't you think? Maybe get to meet some people, make new friends here? We've been in

that to change. It'll be

sessions. As much as I'd love to be stronger, I'm not sure how many

my mind, her tone encouraging. You've earned a night of fun. I'll keep

reassurance settles it. I trust Selene to have my back, even if I can't fully trust the Westwood

a smile for Lisa. "Let's

squeal, squeezing my arm. "Yes! This is

expect. For a moment, the weight of my worries lifts, pushed aside by the simple pleasure of