Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 20 – The Recovery

“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.“– William Faulkner

Halima–Two Months Later

I stand on the mechanical medical scale in my patient room, watching the beam tilt and lean to get an exact measure of my weight. Dr. Nava slid the calibration bars from left to right until the beam stills. I weighed just above 120 pounds, which was one hell of an improvement from my ghastly 97 pounds two months earlier. I should celebrate, but I was not out of the woods yet. I was still slightly underweight by werewolf standards. However, Dr. Nava says that my physical recovery was going better than she had expected. Because of my werewolf DNA, I’ll recover a lot faster than the average human.

A smile crept across my face; a sense of accomplishment rushed over me. I was thrilled with my weight gain; it meant I was getting better! When I look in the mirror nowadays, I was not as skinny as I used to be. The indentations of my bones were disappearing, and I was gaining more body fat, which means I didn’t have to wear hoodies or baggy clothes to keep me warm. That’s tortuous considering we’re in the middle of summer. The wound on the back of my head healed two weeks ago and Jackie had been helping me with my hair growth journey to make up for lost length.

Because of my rapid improvement, Dr. Nava wanted to remove the feeding tube. Dr. Jones, my nutritionist, was also on board with the decision. I must admit, I was nervous about getting off the tube. I’ve grown used to the dumb thing, and I was worried the effort would be all for nothing. What if I still couldn’t swallow? What if I end up vomiting my food again?

Regardless of my internal protests, it was removed. And it felt so gross.

I’ve also been seeing my psychiatrist and psychotherapist. It hasn’t all been sunshine and rainbows. My nightmares about Zircon Moon have been plaguing me every night to the point I wake up in a cold sweat, thinking I was back in that dingy cell. The angry faces of my family and pack members were extremely vivid, but sometimes the nightmares cast their faces in an ominous shadow so I wouldn’t know who was sneering at me or hitting me.

The worst nightmares were Neron and his father beating me to death. They call me names, damn me to hell, and pummel me with their fists and feet repeatedly. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. My mind, when asleep, often slips into the black trenches, picking what memory to torment me with. A full night’s sleep was a luxury. It was only after my nightmares with that one guard who raped me surfaced that I was prompted to have sessions with Mayra twice a week as opposed to once a week.

Dr. Khan had diagnosed me with Post–Traumatic Stress Disorder alongside depression. The diagnosis came to no surprise, for I was a walking trauma tank. I was still debating whether to go on medication, but I was glad I have the option to choose.

Besides that, I’ve grown closer with some members of Garnet Moon. I was proud to call Jackie one of my closest friends, but Artemis will always be my number one. I haven’t seen Dwayne much since he was often accompanying his father to other pack territories for Beta business, but I was glad to have a friend like him

around.

Anthony and I were also good friends, and I finally had the chance to meet his mate, Alesia. Tall, Latina with luscious long auburn hair, olive–brown eyes, a fierce warrior–she had all the makings to be a wonderful Luna. I’ve seen her train and fight with the warriors and Deltas, and I must say, I wouldn’t want to have her as my

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oppement. She could lay five men down on their backs without breaking a sweat while I wanch in complete awe. I aspire to be like her one day.

me to the world of fashionable clothes and makeup. My vanity table, now, had many makeup palettes and other cosmetics she recommended me to try out. As for clothes or if she was bored, she goes on shopping trips and she drugs me along. My fulll closet was already twice

at the island in the pack kitchen, watching Lead Omega Cleo cut up some strawberries on am avocado toast because I heard it was extremely popular with humans and I wanted to try it. This would be the first food I’ve eaten since my

through the fridge. Judging by the sweat rolling down her shoulders, she’d just come from training. “First

Lead Omega Cleo replied nonchalantly, removing the core. “What do you want. sweetheart? I could whip something up for you.”

pulled out a clear, cold bottle of water. “I was looking for this!” Guzzling the contents

so.” I replied with my confidence deflating faster than a popped balloon. “Dr. Nava gave me the green light to attempt eating on my own. I’m hoping nothing

gave me a side hug. I instantly cringed, feeling her sticky, smelly sweat.

take a

chucided with a dazzling smile, logging back out to the front yard to continue training. Not long after,

warm as embers

I smile. “Did you

on. ber

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glass of fresh orange juice. I gulped, gazing at my

feel like a zoo animal.

any adverse

goes nothing,” I mutter. I bit gently into a soft corner, savoring the combination of sweet, buttery, and crunchy. The sweet taste of strawberry exploded in my mouth, with the nutty avocado flavor accompanying it. The chia seeds were a pleasant touch, adding a nice crunch. Bracing myself, I swallowed slowly, feeling the mass swim down my esophagus before plopping in my stomach.

stomach toiled and tumbled for a moment before settling down. I sat, expecting the usual wave of nausea to hit me, but it didn’t. I drank a bit of the orange juice, soothing my parched throat.

like a normal person again! Cleo clapped for me and Lyra hugged me with uncontained,

my ear, rubbing soothing circles on my back. “This is ant amazing accomplishment! But we still have to follow your nutrition

just feels good

older woman, arising from Italy. She usually ties her blond hair in a ponytail and her pale green

a wild garden hose, sending me into a coughing fit. Immediately, Lyra patted my back to calm me down. “T–The

ceremony where not only

spine, and a dull ache encompassed the scar on my back. I knew for a fact that this ceremony would not

terrified.

should go,” I admit sadly. “I

on my back again, moving toward my shoulder where my scar lay. “I understand. This ceremony doesn’t bring you joy, given your past.