Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 207 Ava: Falling Again

"If you want your throat torn out and your blood sucked dry, keep thrashing like a dead fish."

Jericho's lovely training flavor assaults my ears in a way that's way too comforting, considering the vitriol that comes out of his mouth.

"I like fish," I pant, giving up for a second. Lucas was right. Jericho's been drilling me on falls again.

This time, my arms and legs are tied.

Because, apparently, "I need practice."

Pretty sure Jericho's an old sadist, but at least he chose bodyguards who don't snicker and smirk the entire time they see their charge getting battered and bruised. Or, in this particular case, flopping like a fish.

Gritting my teeth, I thrash against the ropes digging into my wrists and ankles, chafing my skin raw. They'll be healed by tonight, but for now, it hurts like hell.

"Bend your knees!" Jericho barks. "Roll onto your side and use the momentum to sit up. Then bring your feet under you."

Easy for him to say. He's not the one trussed up like a turkey. After far too long on my back, half-convinced my true identity is a turtle, I manage to flop onto my side, panting. Blades of grass tickle my cheek. From this vantage point, I can see Selene sprawled in front of a portable fan, tail wagging lazily. Traitor.

It isn't even that hot outside. Everyone's just worried about her because she's a husky, like they aren't wolves themselves who understand that she's just fine in this mild weather. All because she pants a lot.

She's milking it—but no one will believe me.

With a grunt, I rock back and forth until I gain enough momentum to heave myself into a sitting position. "Well, at least you haven't tied me to a chair," I mutter under my breath.

Jericho's keen ears pick up on it anyway. "That's next week's lesson." The sadistic glee in his voice makes me shudder.

picturing the bruises those sessions will paint across my

giving him ideas, Selene remarks

glare but keep my mouth shut this time. Bending my knees, I wriggle and strain, trying to get my feet underneath me so

and in shape, but right now I feel like

out from her perch, a camping chair someone brought the elderly woman so she can watch in relative

to Cedarwood, but of course everyone's fallen in love with her. Especially Selene, who admitted last night that Mrs. Elkins has been feeding her entire plates of

it. Yes, I would kill for a break right now. An ice cold glass of soda,

Nope, not happening.

wheeze, even as my abs quiver with the effort of holding myself

Selene accuses. You forget I can

to concentrate here. I know she means well, but

screwing with me, blissful

I'm screwing with you.

I knew it.

Elkins frowns, looking between me and Jericho uncertainly. Bless her heart, but I wish she'd read the room. Or the training yard, as

is, there's no way I'm tapping out now, not with Jericho watching me

feet as best as I can and push off the ground, grunting with the effort. My thighs tremble and my hamstrings burn, threatening to

behind my

nods, something almost resembling approval flashing in his eyes. "Better. Now

I stare at the tree in question—a good

He can't be serious.

today, Grey," he prompts, making a

awkwardly jump forward, trying not to picture what I must look like. Some deranged cross between a bunny and a worm, probably.

I almost fall over, and I'm positive