Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 67 – The Ambush

“When the going gets tough, put one foot in front of the other and just keep going. Don’t give up.“–Roy T. Bennett

Kiya

The element of surprise. It was the sole advantage our opponents have, and it worked swimmingly. Many pack members panicked from the chaos, grabbing their children and/or loved ones as they fled to the underground bunkers. Bodies of all shapes and sizes spilled into the packhouse alongside the storm of hurried footsteps, barely covering the screams and disembodied roars outside.

I must be out there. I needed to be in this battle. Damn the doctor’s orders; people’s lives were on the line! Sucking in a deep breath, my chest expanded with my resolve. Hiding was not an option. I was here to do my job and I won’t let some poison stop me from doing so. I sucked in a deep breath and bolted out my bedroom door.

Dodging the panicked bodies, I emerged onto the grisly battlefield. Zombified rogues spilled from all corners of the woodlands, group after group. Just like the previous battles. All warriors fought valiantly, cutting down their numbers as fast as the enemy replenishes them. But it came with a price.

Many held injuries. There was no shortage of red spilled. My friends and ranked wolves fought harmoniously on the front lines, killing every rogue on sight. The stench of decay was worse than before, now mixed with fresh blood.

My observations violently halted when Abigail, our formidable fighter, dropped to the ground with a deep gash on her stomach. Jackie howled in pain and volcanic anger, charging into the beasts with murder on her mind. This insanity had to stop! I ran to Abigail and dragged her away by the shoulders towards the stairs. Iron assaulted my nose and a retch came out of my mouth. She whimpered weakly with my every step, pressing her hands against the wound that rapidly flowed with blood.

“It fucking hurts…” Abigail moaned, eyes squeezing shut. She never cursed, which enforced the gravity of the situation. I stripped offi

buttoned–up shirt and pressed it against the wound as hard as I could, despite her blood seeping through the fabric and between my fingers. Being in a bra didn’t matter. My friend’s well–being outweighed my self–consciousness.

‘Stay with me, Abi! You’re going to be okay!” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. I darted my head around, hoping to find someone not being man–handled by a rouge to help me.

“Orion!” I shouted, spotting him near me. Immediately, he jogged up to me, eyes widening at the state of Abigail. “Take her to the pack hospital, now!”

“But what about you, Delta Kiya?” He asked. After our showdown a while back, Orion gave me nothing but respect. “You’re recovering, you can’t fight!”

“Don’t worry about me. Take her, or else Beta Jacqueline would rip you apart for not helping her mate!” Picking Abigail up, I thrust her into his arms. “Now, go!”

As if a greater power influenced him, Orion ran towards the hospital, dodging the calamity. Praying silently for Abigail’s recovery, I donned my fighter face and joined the battle. Punching, stamping, flinging, and tearing the rogues apart as I could.

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face imprinted in my mind, failing to stifle the powerful emotions within me. I could feel Jacqueline’s sadness and frustration over her beloved, Galen and Darien’s struggle, and Sapphire’s pain.

The enemy grew stronger. They learned a lot since our last encounter.

One rogue suddenly struck my arm with their decaying claws, slashing through brown flesh. Four slash marks. presented themselves on my upper arm, blood gushed down like a raging river. Another got me on the leg and used their unfathomable force to headbutt my stomach. I went flying onto the dirty ground, dust flying on impact.

“Goddamnit!” I shouted in my head, wincing at my open wounds. Now, I looked like many of the warriors, bloodied and nearly defeated. Zombies advanced towards me, rotten jaws drooling bright green and red. Their hollowed eyes bared down into mine, pushing the reminder they’re soulless creatures.

reanimated to fight and to kill. That’s their purpose. But, why? Who

death, a pitch–black wolf barreled hard into them. His jaws tore through them mercilessly, his large body shielding me from harm. Many fruitfully fought him but fell to his Alpha

golden eyes carved from concern. His snout nuzzled into my stomach, good feelings overriding the sinister pain “I–I’m fine…” I say, patting his snout. Slowly, but surely, I rose from the

wearing only boxing shorts, “Kiya, what

am!” I huffed, my wounds starting to gradually close. “Neron, what the fuck happened? How did these beasts get

an ambush. We didn’t know of the attack until they sounded the horn, but by then,

defense besides us! The battlefield was growing, increasing in brutality and violence, blood, and

safety.” His hands grabbed my shoulders, holding me still. “You’re not fit to fight, not while recovering

Abigail’s in the hospital, bleeding from her belly!” I shrug his hands off me. “I

his hand through his frazzled hair, his eyes carrying the weight of the world. “For once, listen to me! Get out of here! I’m losing wolves

display of a lover’s quarrel. I wish I could see more, but alas, there are more pressing matters.” Both of us jerked our heads to the gruff voice owner and for that moment, I wanted to vomit my breakfast.

reeked of death. Just like the wolves, his skin was patched like a sewn–up doll. Glowing purple outlined the fleshly blotches, giving him more of a menacing

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him. The undead wolves kept everyone else busy, allowing for

and loathing. Blue flashed to gold and gold flashed to black in rapid succession, his large hands balling up into fists. Red painted his

man quirked an eyebrow. Dead blue squared onto me. “I’ve come

blemish in sight. After this was over, I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over him, every crevice and bulge. Wait, what the hell am I saying? Kiya, focus! My stomach did backflips and the edges of my vision blurred, reminding me that I’m in the middle of a battlefield. This was no time for tomfoolery. Pain rocketed through the gashes on my arms and the cacophony of blood- curling screaming and grunts faded into background noise.

I’ll be handing my mate over!” He shouted with raw power. “How the fuck are you alive? Dad killed you three years ago!”

that the demons of the past never escape their victims. A very handy tool called necromancy magic revitalized me to both exact my revenge and to bring the girl

a damn

notorious Zain! He was the

on me.

a good boy and hand the bitch

me a bitch!” 1 growl from behind

inside and let me take care of this.” Before I could respond, he charged. towards his uncle like a football player, tackling his reanimated

The motion caught Neron off guard, he gasped in pain as Zain’s hand retracted. Neron kicked away from him. I covered my mouth, horrified at Neron’s injury. I balled my fists and fought the urge to run

me, but a large figure barreled into him before he could take a step. Johnathan. I

don’t stay dead, do you?” He roared, resuming Neron’s onslaught. His undead brother cackled madly like a madman as if this was all just a game to him. Smirking, Zain kicked his brother off him with both his feet ramming into his stomach toward a group of rogues

Battle never scared me, in fact, I’ve enjoyed exerting my energy in fights. The battlefield was the one place where I felt alive. Artemis thrived when defending the people she loved and so did I. But, now, I felt

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in his line of sight, his monstrous grin reigning triumphant on his face. Madness glittered behind his decayed blue eyes, the only

where

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to his feet, still cackling. My eyes widened as I saw black smoke billowing out from his mouth,

could describe the dozens of flailing, fleshly grapnels sprouting from his mouth. Zain’s body ripped down the center, the sound so awful that I gagged. Flesh and limbs tumbled to the ground in sickening, gushy masses that were

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