Tangled

Chapter 104

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

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sprint faster around the track. The itching across my

shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of

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

hint of it

ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed with exertion. “What do you think he means by that?” she pants, her words punctuated by

to form a coherent response. My breath is too short and my brain too confused by

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is yearning

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

in the silver moonlight of a

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

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

into each pounding step. The relentless itching beneath my

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

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I lived in one

late are not what

so fiercely worries me, even as excitement thrums through

front of

entire track.” His voice cracks like a whip,

protests, her face flushed from exertion. She still hasn’t finished her five miles.

isn’t fair.

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

step is a challenge,

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leg out. Dip my body down. Hold it. Back up with

burn.

in, Breathe out.

than it was to keep my mind

over, his critical eye assessing my form. “Lower. Keep your knee above your ankle.”

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