Tangled

181

181

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.

in half, instead of forcing us to run the full five miles-while Lisa and I bemoaned every mile, thinking we were

cantankerous old man's ranking in my heart rises

miles might have actually

kind," I say after a while, realizing both men seem

uncomfortably on 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 obligated to try and strike

These two...

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

more than once.

I don't even

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

Mentor.

only agree. Kind is not really a word

it's there, hidden in his gruff

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

her cars. Something's happening. Maybe they'll explain it when they're done

one of her ears. I don't mean to; my fingers have been fiddling with them for a

my stomach is churning, acid eating through its lining as we

to be done talking,

"What's going on?"

glances toward me and shakes his head. "No

Well, that's good

doesn't answer my

of the room Muddy Blue Eyes stays near the

pause.

only when someone approaches. It must be the new guards, because he shares

is tense. Jerky.

Whatever happened-it's significant.

going on?" I press, unable to

guard by the door finally speaks up, his words

chest. "How is that even

beside me, her hackles raised, sensing the

room.

This is far worse than

words only give

they possibly want

13