Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 48 – The Concern

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“Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.“–George Bernard Shaw

Kiya

“You sure know how to stir up a big ol‘ pot of chaos, don’t you?” Galen slumped next to me on the couch in the common room, passing me my dinner plate. At the center of the sea of tomato sauce was a big, steamy piece of cheesy lasagna that I happily dug into, ignoring the pointed inquiry.

Word spreads like a virus around here. The display from training today didn’t go unobserved. By mid- afternoon, the entire pack was buzzing about the “returned slave“. Many grew silent when I passed by them, or swiftly moving out of my path in fear. I haven’t seen Neron or Raina since I pushed her to the ground, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

It felt good to give my sister a taste of what she did to me.

“The wolves gossip more than they train,” Jacqueline mumbled in disdain, crossing her feet on top of the wooden table. “You can’t believe the shit I’ve been hearing all over. These mutts don’t know when to keep their snouts out of business that isn’t theirs.”

“It must be a shock to them,” Abigail added, resting her head on her mate’s shoulder. “I’d be talking too if someone from my home suddenly returned from the dead.”

“It’s funny.” Sapphire snickered, munching on her piece of the pasta. “To see alleged strong wolves so spooked. I wonder how long it would take for them to beg for her forgiveness.”

‘They aren’t getting any,” I spoke up, shoving a piece of lasagna into my mouth. “I’m not here to rekindle relationships.”

“Yeah, but…” Galen sat back, resting his back on the pillows of the couch. “What are you going to do about Neron? Alphas don’t let their true mates go without a fight.”

“He rejected me, remember? There is no bond between us, so he is free to mark whoever else he wants.” Preferably Odessa. Speaking of which, I noticed she doesn’t have a mate mark on her neck. Neither did Neron. Why haven’t they fully mated yet? Had this pack been Lunaless for five years now?

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every inhale, and the entirety of his eyes were pitch black. The rest of us looked at each other in silence before dropping our plates on the table and running after our friend.

“Darien!”

wait

“Darien, stop!”

could catch him because he uncaringly stripped down nude, shifted into a fully

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into the shadows. Our fears rolled into each other through our mind–link, unanimously speculating what made our friend take off in

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Galen murmured. “Dari never acts like this. I’ve never seen him so upset.” He starts to remove his clothes. “I’m going after

Galen’s chest. “He needs some time to cool

Galen bellowed, shocking all of us. Galen cares deeply for his best friend and was always the first to come to

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that Darien will make it back on his own,” Abigail mused, her hand on his shoulder. “He is a Delta and an extraordinarily strong

much as I agree with Abi, I still wonder what set him off. What in this world could have

towards the common room, along with the rest of us to finish our dinner. We had to keep our optimism alive that our friend would be okay. I made a mental note to talk to Darien once things cool down. By the time we finished, we headed towards the kitchen to set our dishes away.

along with Lead Omega Cassandra wiping down the island. She gave a curt nod to my friends who set their dishes down on

your dishes away?”

just want to know if I’m allowed in the kitchen.” My glower pierced Cassandra’s orbs, chilling her core. My friends trailed out of the kitchen, leaving me by myself at

relief. I could smell the fear rolling into

and got my shit over with, but I wanted to see how Cassandra would react. A deep part of me longed to see the monster that

I grow hungry or if I so much as think about walking into a kitchen. Some days were so bad that I’d stop eating for weeks. Her presence in my mind weakened over the years, now a squeaky voice in the depths of the gloom. I toss my plate and fork

voice inquired. “I

water bottle. Cassandra’s cooking would never compare to Cleo’s. In her food, I could taste the love and care she puts into it. Cooking for so many wolves

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