Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 122 Ava: Getting Stronger

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Lucas' voice is deeper through the phone, giving our hushed conversation in my bedroom a more sordid feeling

than would be expected, given the fact that we haven't talked about anything remotely intimate.

That fated-mate tingle settles into my nether regions as he speaks. Lisa's asleep, and Kellan is, too, taking over

the couch in the living room like he does every night.

"I'm not." Trying not to wake the others, | speak in a soft murmur.

"I miss you." He sounds frustrated. Tired.

Kellan said he's been trying to track down my family. | hope he finds them soon; | just want everything to be

over. Having guards everywhere | go is awful.

| have yet to meet anyone new. No friends. Not even acquaintances. | don't even get to buy things at the store,

because someone is always sent to buy what I ask for.

It's suffocating.

"Have you made any progress?"

"Mmm." His noncommital sound gives little hope. "I will find them, Ava. You will be safe."

"I know."

"Get ssleep. It's late."

"lI will." A yawn catchesby surprise, my jaw cracking with the force of it.

"Good night, Ava."

"Good night, Lucas."

* kK

Somehow, despite my long hospital stay, my body has suffered no ill effects. My muscles are toned, what little

excess flab | had around my belly is gone, and | breeze through most of Jericho's workouts with little effort. The

self-defense training takes a bit more work.

I've becathletic. That doesn't mean I've magically gained an ability to fight.

It would be nice, though.

Summer has passed in a haze of training, Kellan's constant presence, and Lucas coming and going from the pack

lands.

Our relationship is still murky and undefined, but the fated bond withindisagrees vociferously. It yearns for

him in a way that hurts almost more than his rejection.

Selene remains indifferent to Lucas, though she's avoided open hostility. It's an improvement. | can understand,

though. She, too, is frustrated by this feeling of living in a gilded cage.

When Jericho suggests that Lisa and | join a training group of young shifters in the pack, | jump at the

suggestion.

"No." Kellan's refusal is immediate.

"I didn't ask you," Jericho snaps, turning back to me. "Are you interested, girl?"

"Absolutely," Lisa says, the vehemence in her voice earning her a dark glower from the pack beta.

"She can speak for you, but | can't?" He protests in my general direction.

"That's because I'm saying what she wants to say, and you're not." Getting between them is pointless; it just

goes round and round. Jericho watcheswith expectation in his glower.

"It would be helpful to train with a variety of people. | would even venture to say that it's ultimately for my own

safety, right?"

He knows where I'm going immediately; that glower lightens to a grimace that passes for a smile in the old man.

"I'll speak with the alpha, then."

Lisa struts with triumph to my side, grabbing my arm in a hug. "It's settled, then. Even your alpha can't argue

with Jericho."

"Calong," he grunts. "They're in the training gym."

Being inside a sweaty gymnasium with a bunch of junior shifters doesn't sound like a fun time, but Lisa and |

follow with excitement. It's our first real introduction to the Westwood Pack.

The gymnasium isn't a far walk, and | recognize it as the place we train during rainy days. It's filled with at least

twenty young shifters, almost all men, all sparring on the mats. Lisa clings to my arm, her fingers digging into

my skin.

It must be odd, as a born-human, to be surrounded by a bunch of wolves.

One of the female shifters walks up to us with a respectful bow in Jericho's direction, one hand over her heart. All

the others turn and bow after she does, with the smotion. I look at Jericho in confusion, but he doesn't

acknowledge it, just staring in his signature brooding way across the crowd.

"Beta Mentor." The young woman's voice is soft but clear. "We are honored by your presence."

Beta Mentor? My brows furrow as | glance at Jericho again. It's a title I've never heard before. He doesn't correct

the girl, merely grunts. "At ease."

The tension in the room dissipates as the shifters relax their stances. The woman turns to me, her gaze curious

as she looks between Lisa and me. She's taller, with tan skin and black hair that shimmers in the light. "I am

Amara, a trainer here. Welcto the Westwood training grounds."

"Thank you." | try to keep my voice steady despite my confusion. "My nis Ava, and this is my friend Lisa.

We've been training with Jericho and thought it would be good to work with others as well."

Amara's nose flares as she scents us, and | can sense her relax once she does so. | wonder why she was so tense

to begin with. Is it because of Jericho's presence? Or something else?

"Of course." Amara smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "We've heard a lot about you, Ava."

Great. | fight the tension creeping through my muscles. Rumors must have flown about my connection with

Lucas, considering that even Vanessa had calledLuna at our first meeting. Still, it isn't a good feeling to know

that I'm a subject of gossip in the community.

Even in Westwood, in Granite City—a large city integrated with humans—this pack is close-knit. My life is

firsthand experience on how awful rumors can make living within a pack; | don't want a repeat of my tin

Blackwood.

Lisa squeezes my arm in a silent show of support, and I force a smile. "All good things, | hope."

Amara's expression is unreadable. "The Alpha's mate is always a topic of interest."

Damn. Now it's confirmed that they know. Judging by her not-quite-friendly demeanor, it's not a good thing to

have my nconnected with his.

And yet we aren't even mated. Fated, sure. But | guess no one's talking about how he rejected me.

I glance at Jericho, hoping for sguidance, but he simply watches the exchange with hooded eyes. Clearing

my throat, | try to steer the conversation to safer ground.

"Well, I'm just here to train like everyone else. I'd appreciate being treated that way."

Amara inclines her head. "As you wish." She gestures to the mats. "Shall we begin?"

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