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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my skin intensifies with each stride, a maddening sensation that

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

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

hint of it since that day.

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

short and my brain too confused by

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my body is yearning for it.

makes no sense at 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 sleep. But otherwise,

bathing in the silver

bizarre. That’s the problem. Where the fuck is

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

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

that I spend

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I lived in one all my

changes of late are

for the moon so fiercely

in front of me, like a fucking unwanted ghost in my

cracks like a whip, making

do lunges too?” Lisa protests, her face flushed from exertion. She still

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

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

burn in my thighs almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my muscles screaming in protest. I grit my teeth, determined to

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Dip my body down. Hold it. Back up with

burn.

Breathe

to keep my mind from

critical eye assessing my form. “Lower. Keep your knee above your