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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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

in my mind, taunting me with their significance. As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of

running almost as fast as

a hint of it since that day.

the bend, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed with exertion. “What do you think

head, unable to form a coherent response. My breath is too short and my brain too confused by how I feel about

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is yearning

all. Even in full–fledged wolf shifters, the moon is nothing more than an enhancement. An aphrodisiac 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

bathing in the silver moonlight of

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

lap, Jericho’s voice booms across the track once more. “Faster! You think you can outrun your enemies at this pace?”

step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from hitting a decent stride. I’m too distracted.

that I spend an hour every night massaging her from head to toe. Human bodies

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would know; I lived in one all

are not what

so fiercely worries me, even

fifth mile, Jericho’s right there in front of me, like a fucking unwanted ghost in

Ava. The entire track.” His voice cracks like a whip, making me flinch. “Lisa, squats.”

too?” Lisa protests, her face flushed

isn’t fair. Get over it. This is a

he treats my friend. I set my hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of it.

Each step is a challenge,

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it. Back up with another wide stride. Dip

burn.

Breathe

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

form. “Lower. Keep your knee above your ankle.”