Chapter 237 Ava: Wrung Dry

By the time we exit the training room, Vanessa and Marcus have to hold me up to walk in a straight line.

It isn't the type of exhaustion where my muscles are sore and stretched and tired after running or doing a thousand squats. It's more like the energy in my body has bled away, leaving me so weak that my muscles can no longer function properly.

When exercising, you can kind of feel good about your exertion. The pain and exhaustion comes with a sense of accomplishment.

This?

It just feels like I'm a wet dish rag wrung out one too many times.

The water's gone, and now I'm going to float away on the next strong breeze.

Ava! Where did you go?

Selene's panic is so explosive in my head that my legs buckle, even with the support of two shifters.

Long story. Training room. Magic place. My body's dead. Training sucks.

Even in my head, I can only speak in short sentences. It feels fuzzy and also like something's slamming into it with a sledgehammer, fueled by the rage of a thousand flying monkeys.

Not sure where the flying monkeys came from, but I'm just going to go with it.

Are you okay? she asks, and the warmth and care from her side of the bond also seems to infuse me with a little bit of extra energy.

panicked after they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about me. I

says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt

head jerks up. "What? No. Why do you

I'm sorry. You just

that,"

despite

having years of experience," I mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove the both

ass. They're way too comfortable making fun

with your wolves is unique, indeed. If I had the time, I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey,

a microscope,

to ask, "Why do you call her

have a first and last name as you humans

it be a part of your identity?" I ask with a frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help settle me into a chair. With a wave of his hand, Magister Orion manifests into

used to in our world; for example, their steaks might be from a giant carnivorous beast that they

all delicious and—most importantly—have

and the Fae food. I'm still not certain on the

my plate with food without being asked, and I give her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before and enjoyed; I'm not blind to the kindness that

how

vegetables onto my plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned, they remain true to their own sense

way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put on display for a moment, a spotlight

question makes

tied to our family," I murmur, feeling

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