Tangled

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181 Ava: Twenty Laps Around the Track

Muddy Blue Eyes turns back in my direction, and while I can't sense any sort of real respect or care, he at least reclaims a

professional air when he addresses me.

Before he can ask anything important, I have an odd, niggling little bug in my car from what he'd said a few moments ago. "Five miles around the track is twenty laps?" I ask, with a faint frown. 1-what? His confusion is clear in his wrinkled brow and hesitation. "Yes. Twenty laps."

"Not twelve?"

"No. It's twenty. Four laps to a mile

My memory is very clear of my torture during training, and I know that can't be right. "Jericho told us to run five miles, and it was always twelve laps."

"Beta-Mentor Ashbourne?" Muddy-Blue Eyes looks astonished, his brows rising. "Only twelve laps? Are you sure?"

"Positive. He had us count them. The memory of my jello-legs after each lap have me shuddering. "It was torture."

"Torture? She's been blessed by the Moon Goddess for his favor, and she calls it torture," Muddy-

Blue Eyes' partner mutters, looking out the window and bringing his hand to his lips in a gesture of faith I've seen often in Westwood, but almost never in Blackwood. It's always the older wolves who do it. "Pertaps Beta Mentor Ashbourne

oft on newbies? I suggest

soft

and Muddy Blue Eyes shakes his head in a firm negative. Then ! pause, rolling that name over in my head. "Wait. Ashbourne... isn't that Kellan's family name?

"Beta Mentor Jericho is Beta Kellan's father, Muddy Blue Eyes confirms. "When he stepped down as beta to focus on training young wolves, Beta Kellan took his place."

Ah.

The odd feeling between them now makes sense. It doesn't seem like a favorable father-son connection, somehow.

"I see." In a few minutes, I've learned more about the man who spent ages training me and Lisa for hours every day than I did. when he was training us.

Another eye-opening experience.

of forcing us to run the full five miles-while Lisa and I bemoaned every mile, thinking we were really running five miles- I rub my thighs,

cantankerous old man's ranking in my

miles might have

a while, realizing both men seem to be waiting on some sort of

two, which somehow makes everything worse. At least the other ones hated me

These two...

I know they've guarded Lisa's

more than once.

I don't even know their

before walking to the window and peering outside. "Kind isn't a word anyone uses

Mentor.

is not really a word

it's there, hidden in his gruff words

turning to glance at each other. Neither of them say a word, but their faces show how distracted they are inside

again, and Selene perks her cars. Something's

my fingers have been fiddling with them for a while, and

dig into my thigh. Sorry. But my stomach is

Eyes seems to be done talking, I

"What's going on?"

his head. "No

Well, that's good

doesn't answer my

men seem on edge, taking station on either end of the room Muddy Blue Eyes stays near the window, scanning outside

pause.

the new guards, because he shares a few quick words before closing it again, and their

movement is tense. Jerky.

Whatever happened-it's significant.

on?" I press, unable to ignore the palpable shift

finally speaks up, his words clipped and devoid of emotion. "The

my chest. "How

Selene shifts beside me, her hackles raised, sensing

room.

that dhampir. This is far worse than

only give me the

could they possibly want with the

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