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?

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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

mind, taunting me with their significance. As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power remains foreign to me. Yet, an inexplicable

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

of it since that

I round the bend, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me,

short

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is yearning for

some, and a hair trigger on anger for the others. They’re a little more volatile, a little more inclined to drink, a little late to sleep. But otherwise, it

why do I feel like bathing in the silver moonlight of

the problem. Where the fuck is normal, and how do I go

more. “Faster! You

teeth, channeling my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching

before I do, barely making it the full five miles. She’s so sore that I spend an hour every night massaging her from head

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I lived in one all my

are not what I

that I yearn for the moon so fiercely

mile, Jericho’s right there in front

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

face flushed from

steely gaze on her. “Life isn’t fair. Get

set my hands on my

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

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

burn.

Breathe

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

critical eye assessing my form. “Lower. Keep