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 exchange a startled glance 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

As a shifter who has never experienced a shift, the concept of the full moon’s power remains foreign to me. Yet, an inexplicable sense of anticipation builds within

as wolves, I’ve

of it since

breath coming in ragged gasps. Lisa falls into step beside me, her face

breath is too short and my

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is yearning for

on anger for the others. They’re a little more volatile, a little more inclined to drink, a little late to sleep. But otherwise, it doesn’t really do that

I feel like bathing in the silver

lately is just bizarre. That’s the problem. Where the fuck is normal, and how do I go back?

we complete another lap, Jericho’s voice booms across the track once more. “Faster! You think you can outrun your enemies at this pace?”

channeling my frustration into each pounding step. The relentless itching

She’s so sore that I spend an

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know; I lived in one all my

are not what

for the moon so fiercely worries me, even as

there in front

cracks like a

too?” Lisa protests, her face flushed from exertion. She still hasn’t finished her

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

hands on my hips, ready to argue, but think better of

huff, I begin my lunges, feeling the burn in my thighs almost immediately. Each step is a challenge, my muscles screaming in protest. I grit my teeth, determined to prove

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body down. Hold it. Back up

burn.

Breathe

in this than it was to keep my mind

my form. “Lower. Keep your knee above