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.

the night

says, peering at my face. "Does it hurt to speak with your

head jerks up. "What?

I'm sorry. You just looked

like that,"

despite his

having years of experience, I mutter, wishing I had the strength to shove the both of them off

They're way too comfortable making fun of me for

with your wolves is unique, indeed. If I had the time. I'd love to pick it apart. Especially you, Ava Grey, to have a wolf outside of your body, like the Lycans

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slice me open and look at me under a microscope, Selene says, and I can

of interest, because she interrupts him

call her by her full name? You almost

custom among the Fac. We don't have a first and last name as you humans do,

frown, as Vanessa and Marcus help

always have a particular corresponding animal to the ones we are used to in our world; for example,

delicious and-most importantly-have no

Miriam and the Fac food. I'm still not certain on the allegiances of people in this city, and I'm hesitant to get Sister Miriam in trouble for possibly

catches my eye. Everything on the table is food I've had before and enjoyed; I'm

Magister Orion is

how exhausted I

slides several meat slices and various vegetables onto my plate, Magister Orion finally responds to my question. "Your identity is not defined by your family. Even when one is disowned, they remain true to their own sense of self, do they

my heart, interrupting its normal rhythm for a moment. There's no way he's talking about my family dynamics, but I still feel like I've been put on display for a moment, a spotlight aimed right at all my pain and

question

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