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.

five miles-while Lisa and I bemoaned every mile, thinking we were really running

old man's ranking in my heart

might have actually killed

both men seem to

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

These two...

seen them before. I know they've guarded

more than once.

don't even know

snorts, before walking to the window and peering outside. "Kind isn't a

Mentor.

in silence, I can only agree. Kind is not really a word that

hidden in his

say a word, but their faces show how distracted they

shoulders tense again, and Selene perks her cars. Something's happening. Maybe they'll

mean to; my fingers have been fiddling with them for a while, and my skyrocketing anxiety brought

her claws dig into my thigh. Sorry. But my

Eyes seems to

"What's going on?"

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

Well, that's good

that doesn't answer

the

pause.

someone approaches. It must be the new guards, because he shares a few

is tense. Jerky.

Whatever happened-it's significant.

press, unable to ignore

up, his words clipped and devoid of emotion. "The bodies were

in my chest. "How

guards remain silent, their faces unreadable. Selene shifts beside me, her hackles raised, sensing the

room.

was right, that dhampir. This is far worse

give

they possibly want with

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