"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, I speak in a soft murmur.


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


    Kellan said he''s been trying to track down my family. I hope he finds them soon; I just want everything to be over. Having guards everywhere I go is awful.@@@@


    I have yet to meet anyone new. No friends. Not even acquaintances. I 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 some sleep. It''s late."


    "I will." A yawn catches me by surprise, my jaw cracking with the force of it.


    "Good night, Ava."


    "Good night, Lucas."


    * * *


    Somehow, despite my long hospital stay, my body has suffered no ill effects. My muscles are toned, what little excess flab I had around my belly is gone, and I breeze through most of Jericho''s workouts with little effort. The self-defense training takes a bit more work.


    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 same motion. 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 I 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. Welcome to the Westwood training grounds."


    "Thank you." I try to keep my voice steady despite my confusion. "My name is 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 I can sense her relax once she does so. I 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. I fight the tension creeping through my muscles. Rumors must have flown about my connection with Lucas, considering that even Vanessa had called me Luna 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; I don''t want a repeat of my time in Blackwood.


    Lisa squeezes my arm in a silent show of support, and I force a smile. "All good things, I 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 name connected with his.


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


    I glance at Jericho, hoping for some guidance, but he simply watches the exchange with hooded eyes. Clearing my throat, I 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?"