Chapter 181 Ava: Twenty Laps Around the Track

Muddy-Blue Eyes turns back in my direction, and while I can't sense any sort of real respect or care, he at least reclaims a professional air when he addresses me.

Before he can ask anything important, I have an odd, niggling little bug in my ear from what he'd said a few moments ago. "Five miles around the track is twenty laps?" I ask, with a faint frown.

"I—what?" His confusion is clear in his wrinkled brow and hesitation. "Yes. Twenty laps."

"Not twelve?"

"No. It's twenty. Four laps to a mile."

My memory is very clear of my torture during training, and I know that can't be right. "Jericho told us to run five miles, and it was always twelve laps."

"Beta-Mentor Ashbourne?" Muddy-Blue Eyes looks astonished, his brows rising. "Only twelve laps? Are you sure?"

"Positive. He had us count them." The memory of my jello-legs after each lap have me shuddering. "It was torture."

"Torture? She's been blessed by the Moon Goddess for his favor, and she calls it torture," Muddy-Blue Eyes' partner mutters, looking out the window and bringing his hand to his lips in a gesture of faith I've seen often in Westwood, but almost never in Blackwood.

It's always the older wolves who do it.

"Perhaps Beta-Mentor Ashbourne is soft on newbies?" I suggest, and Muddy Blue Eyes shakes his head in a firm negative. Then I pause, rolling that name over in my head. "Wait. Ashbourne… isn't that Kellan's family name?"

"Beta-Mentor Jericho is Beta Kellan's father," Muddy Blue Eyes confirms. "When he stepped down as beta to focus on training young wolves, Beta Kellan took his place."

Ah.

The odd feeling between them now makes sense. It doesn't seem like a favorable father-son connection, somehow.

"I see." In a few minutes, I've learned more about the man who spent ages training me and Lisa for hours every day than I did when he was training us.

Another eye-opening experience.

cut our laps nearly in half, instead of forcing us to run the full five miles—while Lisa and

man's ranking in my

might have actually killed

a while, realizing both men seem to be waiting

have long since left, and I shift uncomfortably on the bed. It seems their constant presence has been

didn't feel

These two…

know they've guarded

don't even know their

walking to the window and peering outside. "Kind isn't a

I can only agree. Kind is not really a word that

his gruff words and

at each other. Neither of them say a

Something's happening. Maybe they'll explain it when they're done

one of her ears. I don't mean to; my fingers have been fiddling with them for a while, and my skyrocketing anxiety brought

Ouch!

thigh. Sorry. But my stomach

Blue Eyes seems to be done talking, I lean forward. "What's going

"No one's injured, if that's what you're

Well, that's good.

that doesn't

on either end of the room. Muddy Blue Eyes stays near the window, scanning outside

stays by the door, opening it only when someone approaches. It must be the new guards, because he shares

is tense.

Whatever happened—it's significant.

to ignore the palpable shift in

by the door finally speaks up, his words clipped and devoid of emotion.

lurches in my chest. "How is that even

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