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.

you doing? Dun!”

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before picking up the pace. My muscles scream 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

significance. As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power

in the forest, running almost as fast as wolves, I’ve been desperate to feel that inner power again.

a hint of it

step beside me, her face flushed with

My breath is too short and my brain too

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body is yearning

anger for the others. They’re a little more volatile, a little more inclined to

feel like bathing in the

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

another lap, Jericho’s voice booms across the track once more. “Faster! You

channeling my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from hitting a

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

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I lived in one

of late are

moon so fiercely worries me, even as excitement

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

cracks like a whip, making

face flushed from exertion. She still hasn’t

her. “Life isn’t fair. Get over it. This is a performance–based

on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of it. Jericho

I begin my lunges, feeling the burn in my thighs almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my muscles screaming

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up with another

burn.

Breathe out.

myself in this than it was to

eye assessing my form. “Lower. Keep your knee above your ankle.”