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.

That’re you doing? Dun!”

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as I push myself to sprint faster around the track. The itching across my skin intensifies with each stride, a

a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power remains foreign to me. Yet, an inexplicable sense of anticipation builds within

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

a hint of it since that day.

beside me, her face flushed with exertion. “What do you think he means by that?”

coherent response. My breath is too short and my brain

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my body is yearning for

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

I feel like bathing in the

the fuck is normal, and how do I go

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

The relentless itching

sore that I spend an hour every night massaging her from

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know; I lived in one

late are not what

I yearn for the moon so fiercely worries me, even as excitement thrums through my veins.

front of me, like a fucking unwanted ghost in

His voice cracks like a whip, making me

I do lunges too?” Lisa protests, her face flushed from exertion. She still hasn’t finished her

isn’t fair. Get over

at the dismissive way he treats my friend. I set my hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of

step is a challenge, my muscles screaming in protest. I grit my teeth, determined to

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down. Hold it. Back up with another wide

burn.

Breathe

to keep my mind

critical eye assessing my form.