Tangled

Chapter 122

122 Ava: Getting Stronger

“Don’t push yourself too hard.” o

Lucas‘ voice is deeper through the phone, giving our hushed conversation in my bedroom a more sordid feeling than would be expected, given the fact that we haven’t talked about anything remotely intimate.

That fated–mate tingle settles into my nether regions as he speaks. Lisa’s asleep, and Kellan is, too, taking over the couch in the living room like he does every night.

“I’m not.” Trying not to wake the others, I speak in a soft murmur.

“I miss you.” He sounds frustrated. Tired.

Kellan said he’s been trying to track down my family. I hope he finds them soon; I just want everything to be over. Having guards everywhere I go is awful.

I have yet to meet anyone new. No friends. Not even acquaintances. I don’t even get to buy things at the store, because someone is always sent to buy what I ask for.

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It’s suffocating.

“Have you made any progress?”

“Mmm.” His noncommital sound gives little hope. “I will find them, Ava. You will be safe.”

“I know.”

“Get some sleep. It’s late.”

“I will.” A yawn catches me by surprise, my jaw cracking with the force of it.

“Good night, Ava.”

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ill effects. My muscles are toned, what little excess flab I had around my belly is gone, and I breeze through most of Jericho’s

I’ve magically gained an ability

be nice, though.

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a haze of training, Kellan’s constant presence, and Lucas coming and going from the pack

disagrees vociferously. It yearns for him in

an improvement. I can understand, though. She, too,

a training group of young shifters in the pack, I jump at the

refusal is immediate.

snaps, turning back to me. “Are you interested,

says, the vehemence in her voice earning her a dark glower from the

for you, but I can’t?” He

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to say, and you’re not.” Getting between them is pointless; it just goes round and round. Jericho watches me with expectation in his

variety of people. I would even

that glower lightens to a grimace that passes for a smile in the old man.

grabbing my arm in a hug.

“They’re in the

gymnasium with a bunch of junior shifters doesn’t sound

with excitement. It’s

the Westwood Pack.

I recognize it as the place we train during rainy days. It’s filled with at least twenty young shifters, almost all men, all sparring on the mats. Lisa clings to my

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into my skin.

a

of

of the female shifters walks up to us with a respectful bow in Jericho’s direction, one hand over her heart. All the others turn and bow after

at Jericho in confusion, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, just

but

as I glance at Jericho again. It’s a title I’ve never heard

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