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.

the showers, I can't quite shake the unease prickling down my neck,

hers. "I threw a girl called Anneliese

loops our limbs together in a familiar hug. Pain lances through my side, stealing

she realizes her mistake. She quickly withdraws her arm

straightening up with effort. The bruises throb in protest, but I ignore them. "How about you? Hanging

went a little easier on me today—only a couple new bruises

My whole body feels like one

knot in my chest loosening a bit.

her toes, eyes sparkling with sudden excitement. "Guess what? We got

certain I've misheard. "A party? Us?" Skepticism colors my tone. After the chilly reception from the Westwood wolves, a party invite seems about as likely as

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

and a perfect nose. I turn red when I

genuine olive branch, or some kind of setup? My experience with my birth pack has made

a lot because of me... maybe a party wouldn't be the worst thing. A chance to feel normal for a night,

to

throwing concern to the abyss. We have Kellan

a pleading look, sensing my indecision. "Come on, 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

time for that to change. It'll be good for both

a moment to breathe between sessions. As much as I'd love to be

in my mind, her tone encouraging. You've earned a

settles it. I trust Selene to have my back, even if

mustering a smile for Lisa. "Let's do it. Party on

squeal, squeezing my arm. "Yes! This is going to be amazing, Ava. Just

expect. For a