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.

he cut our laps nearly in half, instead of forcing us to run the full five miles-while Lisa and I bemoaned every mile, thinking we were really running five miles- I

cantankerous old man's ranking

miles might have actually

I say after a while, realizing both men seem to be waiting on some sort

the bed. It seems their constant presence has been replaced with these two, which somehow makes everything worse. At least the other ones hated me and I didn't feel

These two...

seen them before. I know they've guarded Lisa's

more than once.

even know

walking to the window and peering

Mentor.

Kind is not really a word that fits his crotchety

hidden in his gruff words and demands

men stiffen, turning to glance at each other. Neither of them say a word, but their faces

Selene perks her cars. Something's happening.

ears. I don't mean to; my fingers have been fiddling with them for a while, and my skyrocketing anxiety brought it to a new

wince as her claws dig into my thigh. Sorry. But my stomach is churning, acid

to be

"What's going on?"

me and shakes his head. "No one's injured. that's what you're

Well, that's good

that doesn't answer my

of the room Muddy Blue Eyes stays near the window, scanning

pause.

door, opening it only when someone approaches. It must be the new guards, because he shares a few quick words

is tense.

Whatever happened-it's significant.

to ignore the palpable shift in

guard by the door finally speaks up, his words clipped and devoid of emotion. "The bodies

in my chest. "How is that

silent, their faces unreadable. Selene shifts beside me, her hackles raised,

room.

that dhampir. This is far worse than

words only give me the

possibly want

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