Tangled

Chapter 237

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237 Ava: Wrung Dry

By the time we exit the training room, Vanessa and Marcus have to hold me up to walk in a straight line. <

It isn't the type of exhaustion where my muscles are sore and stretched and tired after running or doing a thousand squats. It's more like the energy in my body has bled away, leaving me so weak that my muscles can no longer function properly.

When exercising, you can kind of feel good about your exertion. The pain and exhaustion comes with a sense of accomplishment.

This?

It just feels like I'm a wet dish rag wrung out one too many times.

The water's gone, and now I'm going to float away on the next strong breeze.

Ava! Where did you go?

Selene's panic is so explosive in my head that my legs buckle, even with the support of two shifters.

Long story. Training room. Magic place. My body's dead. Training sucks.

Even in my head, I can only speak in short sentences. It feels fuzzy and also like something's slamming into it with a sledgehammer, fueled by the rage of a thousand flying monkeys.

Not sure where the flying monkeys came from, but I'm just going to go with it.

Are you okay? she asks, and the warmth and care from her side of the bond also seems to infuse me with a little bit of extra energy.

a little better. Like having a parent who's panicked after they wake up in the middle of the night to see their child gone; someone who cares about me. I need food. And sleep, I tell her. Maybe not in that

see you've re-established contact," Magister Orion says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt to

up. "What? No. Why do you

sorry. You just looked

looks like that," Vanessa says,

despite

mutter, wishing I

my ass. They're way too comfortable making fun of me for such a

time. I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey, to have a wolf outside of

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a microscope, Selene says, and I can

feel uncomfortable with his line of interest,

by her full name? You almost always call her 'Ava

talk. "It is a bit of a custom among the Fac. We don't have a first and last name as you humans do, you see. We do have a family name, but it

help settle me

particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to in our world; for example, their steaks might be from

all delicious and-most importantly-have no

certain on the allegiances of people in this city, and I'm hesitant to get Sister Miriam in trouble for possibly going outside of some sort of

and I give her a smile when she catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had

Magister Orion is showing

realizes how

onto my plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even

dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put on display for a moment, a spotlight aimed right at all

question makes

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