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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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 and in the

has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power remains foreign

fast as wolves, I’ve

a hint of it

back as I round the bend, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face flushed

too short and my brain too confused by how I feel about

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like my body is yearning for

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

in the silver

the problem. Where the fuck is

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

my teeth, channeling my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching beneath my skin keeps me from hitting a decent stride. I’m too distracted.

miles. She’s so sore that I spend an hour every night massaging her from head to toe.

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would know; I lived in one all my

are not what I expected.

for the moon so fiercely worries me, even as excitement thrums through my

there in front of me, like a fucking unwanted ghost in my face.

like a whip, making me flinch.

I do lunges too?” Lisa protests, her face flushed from exertion. She still hasn’t finished her five miles.

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

the dismissive way he treats my friend. I set my hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of it. Jericho isn’t the type

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

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Hold it. Back up

burn.

in, Breathe

it was to keep my mind

my form. “Lower. Keep your knee above