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124 Ava: Surprise Invitation

Easier said than done. But I try to clear my head, to let my body take over. Slipping to the side, I evade a vicious right hook. There–an opening. It’s classic and obvious and it might be a trap, but I dart forward, inside his reach, and drive my elbow into his solar plexus.

He grunts, doubling over. Not letting up, I grab his arm and pivot, using his own momentum to flip him over my hip. He hits the mat hard, the breath knocked out

of him.

For a second, I just stand there, stunned. Holy shit, did I actually just do that? A slow grin spreads across my face.

“Good!” Amara calls out. “That’s enough for now.”

We break apart, both of us panting and sweaty. I glance over at my opponent, expecting to see grudging respect or even surprise. Instead, fury contorts his face, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage.

A chill runs through me. Did I just make an enemy?

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Anxiety claws at my throat; I know what it means to have a pack who detests me. Even with the guards Lucas has me under, I have no faith that I’m safe if I’m hated by everyone in Westwood.

I know what happens in the shadows.

Before I can smooth things over, the shifter–I think his name might be Ben or something–bows, his

expression smoothing into polite neutrality. “Thank you for the match,” he says stiffly. Then he turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving me staring after him in confusion.

Did I imagine that look? I replay the moment in my head, trying to pinpoint what I saw. But with each passing second, I grow less certain. Maybe it was just the heat of the fight, the sting of being bested. Surely he doesn’t actually hate me for throwing him once… right?

You did well, Selene says, her voice warm with approval. Don’t let one surly pup shake your confidence.

Shaking off my worries, I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing in my jaw. It reaches deep into

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my car. My ribs ache every time I breathe, but I fill my lungs anyway, before consciously relaxing my body, one muscle group at a time.

Selene’s right. I can’t control how others react to me.

to train. If they want to hate me, there’s little I can do about

Improving. I’m going to get bruised, but eventually, I’ll be able

I get.

off and head for the showers, I can’t quite shake the unease prickling down my neck, making me shiver

specialty of hers. “I threw a girl called Anneliese today. She told me I’m

limbs together in

waiting for the ache

Surprise

sorry!” Lisa’s eyes widen as she realizes her mistake. She quickly withdraws her arm from mine, looking sheepish. “You

manage, straightening up with effort. The bruises throb in protest,

they went a little easier on me today–only a couple new bruises

you,” I mutter, only half–joking. My whole body feels like one giant

chest loosening a bit. It’s a relief to see her spirits lifting

bounces on her toes, eyes sparkling with sudden

blink at her, certain I’ve misheard. “A party? Us?” Skepticism colors my tone. After the

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Surprise Invitation

likely as a snowy

arm through mine, undeterred, but this time careful not to smack against my injuries. “Chloe invited us. She said it’s like a monthly thing, a chance

a perfect nose. I turn red when I sweat; she does that whole glistening thing, where she

after a workout.

setup?

guileless. She’s

worst thing. A chance to feel normal for a night, to forget about the threats lurking in

to let us go, of

course.

abyss. We

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Friday.” Lisa gives me a pleading look, sensing my indecision. “Come on, Ava. It’ll be fun! We could both use a break from all this craziness, don’t you think? Maybe get to meet some people, make new friends here? We’ve been in

been training non–stop, barely a moment to breathe between sessions. As much

to be stronger, I’m not sure how many more

mind, her tone encouraging. You’ve earned a

I trust Selene to have my back, even if I can’t

yet.

a smile for Lisa.

a delighted squeal, squeezing my arm. “Yes! This is going to be amazing, Ava.

buoys me as we head for the showers, chattering about what we might wear and what to expect. For a moment, the weight

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