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.

That’re you doing?

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across my skin intensifies with each stride, a maddening sensation that refuses to relent. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

in my mind, taunting me with their significance. 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

fast as wolves, I’ve been desperate to

a hint of it since that

gaze burns into my back as I round the bend, my breath coming in 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

coherent response. My breath is too short

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like my body is yearning for

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, it doesn’t really do

like bathing in the silver moonlight of a full, round

problem. Where the fuck is normal, and how do

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

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

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I would know; I lived

of late are

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

right there in front of me, like a fucking

entire track.” His voice cracks like a whip, making me

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

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

I set my hands on

feeling the burn in my thighs almost immediately. Each step is

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down. Hold it. Back up with another wide stride. Dip down. Hold it.

burn.

in, Breathe

to keep my mind from wandering unpleasantly during my

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