Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 56 – The Puppeteer

“Every story needs its hero. And its villain. And its monster.“–Amle Kaufman

Third Person POV

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Eyes, red as carmine, perused over the reanimated corpse of his puppet. The cadaver is motionless as a statue, put upon a steel table scintillating faintly under fluorescent lights. The owner of the ominous eyes cracked an amusing smirk, lips hiding the terror behind them.

The plan was working smoothly. His spider–like fingers traced the stitches of flesh, held together by a delicate string. Sharp nails nicked the slowly rotting dermis, the ooze of shamrock green dribbling out like droplets of rain. His marionette isn’t ready for its grand appearance for there was much to do. The thought of having what he always wanted aroused him, the vivacious heart of the one so close he could almost taste it.

Restless as he was, he knew the value of patience. He mustn’t act too hastily for his plan to work. He must take time. The waiting was mind–numbing, but it would all be worth it.

“My lord.” His head gently turned to see one of his many living, breathing puppets standing at the door to his morgue. “Many of the undead hellhounds returned to their cages. Our numbers suffered in the attack against Zircon Moon. What are your orders?”

The man grunted in amusement. “My little lambs will continue to construct more hellhounds. I’m not finished with those wretched dogs. They have something I want, and I won’t stop until I get it. The ashes of the deceased rogues are plentiful. No worry about the depleting numbers.”

“How many?”

“Quadruple the number of hellhounds we have. Sextuple, if you must. The more we have, the more we overwhelm our enemy.”

“Very well, but have you discussed this with Nadia? You know how she feels about being left in the dark.”

His lord’s face hardened; lips pursed. “She is to work on the hellhounds with my other lambs as instructed. Do not bring her name up again, Lucien.”

Lucien wanted to say something. So desperate and needed that it punched at the base of his throat, demanding an escape. However, he was agonizingly aware of his lord’s wrath at the mere mention of that name. All he could think about was the poor woman slaving over enchanted ashes and rotting stiffs of failed pack dogs. He wished he could say how Nadia was of value to him, not only for his blackened heart but for his soul. The touch of a beautiful maiden could do him wonders to steer him off this chaotic path.

In the end, he forced the words back down. He couldn’t risk his safety. With a last nod, the bleach–blond man left his lord to cogitate in his darkness. The stench of his toy was enough to trigger intense nausea.

As for the mysterious lord, he ran his hair through the puppet’s darkened hair, matted from his illicit resurrection. He was the centerpiece of his ambition, the key to his victory.

To get what no one else would claim.

The Moon will be his.

Chapter 56 – The Puppeteer

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Neron

The rogue attack two days ago left more questions than answers. As my Beta and Gamma sat in my office to discuss the aftermath, the end of the battle preoccupied my mind. It had persisted, pestering my thoughts day in and day out.

That howl. The howl that caused the ceasefire. I’ve heard it before. But it couldn’t be who I think it is.

“Those rogues weren’t ordinary. They reeked on death and decomposition.” Kwame spoke, pulling out his tablet. “After a thorough examination of the corpses by the pack embalmers, reports state each part of the rogues were in various stages of decay, some more advanced than others.”

“That brings forth another question,” Valerian spoke. “How are they able to have such immense strength during battle? Their fortitude was up to par with fully trained, full–bodied wolves. If they are rotting away, they should not have the tenacity to withstand our blowbacks.”

“The zombie rogues are under the control of someone,” I spoke up. “Armies always have a commander calling the shots from behind the chaos. The mysterious howl called back the rogues that escaped unscathed. This poses a problem if we’re facing an enemy we cannot see.”

“Magic must be involved.” I pull my attention to my Beta. “Maybe a witch is behind the attack.” He shot a childish smirk at me. “Pissed off any witches lately?”

“Not since my last visit to The Witching Hour a few months back.” I laugh to myself. The Witching Hour was a club in Las Vegas, frequented by the supernatural, a party hub for us to let loose. In all seriousness, I highly doubt a few butt–hurt elemental witches have enough power to pull off an attack of this caliber.

This attack was calculated. Whoever’s behind this madness was cowardly enough to hide their face. Anger sizzled in my heart at the thought of my mysterious contender in hiding. The bastard attacked my home, putting everyone I care about in danger.

My pack.

My friends.

My family.

My mate.

One–word answers were the

feels the sparks of our bond whenever we touch, I cannot be the only one. Onyx was still restless

challenge.

me, I love challenges.

my thoughts back on the situation at hand. “Magic is a strong contender in why

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what we’re dealing with. We need to find this puppeteer because I have a strong feeling

been attacked,” Kwame spoke. “If we could find a link between the onslaughts, we could assume we’re facing

witches. The last time I checked, using magic on the dead is a forbidden practice. The more insight we get

to use for maliciousness such as this. If I were a witch, I’d demand

club known for being a hub for the supernatural to ask witches for answers about zombie

a problem?”

is, considering many of those witches are known to seduce wolves. Raina would go on a rampage if I come back

not have that level of extreme jealousy, but she’d be

guards with you in case.” Despite their initial protests, both agreed to the assignment before leaving my office. The work to expose the identity of this challenger will be extensive,

needed a strong leader, and a strong leader I will be.

my father to see if he could help clear up this fog

come to

about that howl,

to jump to conclusions, but I

way, son. I’m on my

thank you,

My eyes, once again, fell on Kiya, commanding the children

children love her. They follow her every command down to the letter. Not only was she authoritative, but she was also gentle and patient. She had all the markers of being the perfect Luna. Her incredible beauty

a bonus.

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She’d thrive as my Luna, the position that’s destined

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Kiya

kitchen. Was

kitchen, grab a crisp

Nope!

and her mate making out on the kitchen island. seconds away from doing the

pinch and pull Sapphire’s bare nipple?

throat, the two leaped away from each other. Sapphire’s blue eyes widened like saucers as she struggled to put her shirt back on as her mate stared at

my mouth to hide my smile

smoothing her blond hair to conceal the sin she was about to commit. “U–Uh, how long have you

peeped the macks on their necks. “…you’re already mated. Wow, it hasn’t been three days! But regardless, you and Isaiah

the shirt he’d tossed carelessly on the kitchen floor. Giving me a full view of his,

firm and perfectly round globes.

Kiya.” The male werewolf bowed to me, his chestnut brown cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

it off. “No harm done. Just keep it in

straight. “Thank you, Delta. You are

bottle I was pining for. “Your fly is down. You should take care of

kitchen. My heart was pleased to see how much Sapphire glowed in her joy. Her mate was a good one. Isaiah was a warrior who recently returned from a visit to his family in Chicago right before the attack. I didn’t expect Sapphire to mate

at

The

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cheers and fist pumps, finding their friends to practice. After a couple of minutes of

to the side,

know why, but that action saddened me. “Why are you here, little pup? Shouldn’t you be sparring

shook her head, green eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “I don’t think I have what it takes, Delta Kiya. I fall all the time and