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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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

experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power remains foreign to

fast as wolves, I’ve been desperate

of it since that day.

falls into step beside me, her

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

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my body is yearning for it.

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,

why do I feel like bathing in the silver moonlight of a full, round moon?

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

across the track once more. “Faster! You

grit my teeth, channeling my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching beneath my

craps out before I do, barely making it the full five miles. She’s so sore that I

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lived in one all

of late are not

fiercely worries me, even as excitement thrums through my

my fifth mile, Jericho’s right there in front of

entire track.” His voice cracks like a

her face flushed from

“Life isn’t fair.

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

in my thighs almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my

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

burn.

in, Breathe

was to keep my mind from

over, his critical eye assessing my form. “Lower.