Tangled

104 Ava: Training (I)

The best way to deal with all the confusion involving feelings?

Exercise.

Jericho watches in approval as I push myself past my limits, determined to grow stronger. New bruises appear and disappear each day as my supernatural healing kicks in. Lisa, on the other hand, is covered with them, in various stages of healing.

I’m determined to ignore everything about Lucas and Clayton for as long as I can. It’s easier to just… not deal with it all.

Healthy? Probably not.

But hell, I’m just going to settle for making it through each day for now.

An odd, itchy feeling doesn’t stop all day. Lisa smacks at my hands every time I begin scratching at my neck and shoulders. My belly looks as if it’s been clawed by a raccoon, though the marks fade within half an hour each time.

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“You have to stop that, Ave. You’re driving yourself insane. The more you scratch, the more you’ll itch. Just take some Benadryl.”

“Fast healing means a fast metabolism. Benadryl won’t even touch it, and I don’t know wolf dosing. I’d have to go to a healer to figure it out.” I’ve explained this to Lisa before, but her exasperation over my scratching overcomes minor details like that.

It doesn’t bother me. I repeat myself as often as I need to. I just worry that other wolves in the pack might

bother her.

So far, Lisa hasn’t gone anywhere without me. Between the guards always nearby and Kellan’s presence every morning before training and every afternoon after, we haven’t done anything outside of our apartment. Even our food gets delivered.

Lisa’s company is amazing, but we’re both going a little stir–crazy.

That might be what’s wrong with me.

“Full moon’s coming up,” Jericho announces out of nowhere, and I almost jump ten feet in the air.

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in protest as I push myself to sprint faster around the track. The itching across my skin intensifies with each stride, a maddening sensation that refuses to relent. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power remains foreign to me. Yet, an inexplicable sense of anticipation

since that day in the forest, running almost as fast as wolves, I’ve been desperate

of it since

Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed with exertion. “What do you think he means

my head, unable to form a coherent response. My breath is too short

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like my body is

An aphrodisiac for some, and a hair trigger on anger for the others. They’re a little more volatile,

the silver moonlight

lately is just bizarre. That’s the problem. Where the fuck is normal, and

booms across the track once more. “Faster! You think

each pounding step. The relentless itching

so sore that I spend an hour every night massaging her from head to

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know; I lived in one all my life.

of late are not

that I yearn for the moon so fiercely worries me, even

in front of me, like a fucking unwanted ghost in

entire track.” His voice cracks like a whip, making

can’t I do lunges too?” Lisa protests, her face

his steely gaze on her. “Life isn’t fair. Get over it. This is a performance–based treatment.”

the dismissive way he treats my friend. I set my hands on

Each step is

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my body down. Hold it. Back up with another wide stride. Dip down. Hold it. Burn,

burn.

in, Breathe out.

easier to lose myself in this than it was to keep my mind from wandering unpleasantly during my run.

my form. “Lower. Keep your knee above your