Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Halloween Special – Memories of a Friend (Part 2)

“When you have a friend by your side that helps you to find the beauty of all when you’ll open your heart and believe in the gift of a friend.” – “Gift of a Friend by Demi Lovato

Kiya

Alesia’s thumb went to wipe the traitorous tears from my cheeks, catching them before they continued to rain on her mate’s thigh. “I hate remembering. It hurts all the time.”

“Remembering can be a good thing, Little Bit.” Anthony’s fingers caressed my curls mindful of the silvered circlet resting underneath the layers. “It means you haven’t forgotten. And it shows just how much Nuria meant to you. I can tell that you loved her, and she loved you.”

Through my tears, another small smile surface on my face as another memory of Nuria’s presence plays; her small form in a halo. “She was always decked out in gold and orange. I remember her wings were a translucent yellow that always went crooked in the breeze because she ran too much. She was a trailblazer on Halloween. night, hitting people with her fairy wand whenever they were disrespectful to anyone. Somehow, that always kept the peace.”

“Well, no one can go against the word of the Alpha’s daughter.” Alesia chuckled, rubbing her stomach lovingly. “Ximena would be the same. I can feel it.”

“I can too.” My hand went to her pregnant belly, my smile widening when I felt a little kick. I’m going to love that baby more than life itself. “Nuria was the pack angel, and now she’s a real one. Lost too soon.”

“Is that why you’re dressed as a Moon Fairy?” Anthony suddenly asked. “To honor her?”

My breath trapped itself at the base of my throat. Am I that easy to figure out? “Yes. I did. To deviate from our little tradition didn’t feel right. But…I didn’t know how hard it would be without my partner–in–crime.”

“Little Bit…”

“I should’ve hidden in my room as usual.” My hands balled into fists, shaking in the essence of failure. My failure. “Goddess, I’m so pathetic.”

“Hey!” Both our heads shot to Alesia, who’s glaring at me with the force of a million suns. The Alpha’s glare has nothing on his Luna. “Don’t talk that way about my favorite person in the world.”

“I thought I was your favorite person.” Anthony mocked hurt, his bottom lip quivering for emphasis. Jeez, what a goofball.

“You are, but you’re in a separate category.” Alesia shot him a wink before looking at me. “Anyway, back to you, young lady.”

“Great.”

“You’re not pathetic. Far from it. You’ve grown so much since you’ve been here, and I couldn’t be any prouder. Your parents would be so proud of you. This night stirs up a lot of emotion in you, and that’s okay. The fact that you’ve come out of your room and tried to enjoy this night is a testament to your bravery. You wanted to have fun and be happy not just for yourself, but for your late friend.”

Special–Memones of a Friend (Part 2)

“Few people dare to do that, you know?” Anthony added. “You came out, wear the costume that meant so much to you, and walked into our party. If Nuria was alive, she’d be proud of you.”

“You think so?”

brother nodded in pride. “You never forgot about her. Maybe she’s celebrating Halloween in

but all I got are bubbles of happiness. “Knowing her, she’s probably zipping through the clouds bonking people on

couple chuckled along

mindful of the silver circlet underneath the layers.

no…it’s fine.” I insisted. “I…I want to go back to

you sure?”

happens once a year, right? I want

loved and cared for. Memories of Nuria still hurt. I still carry the guilt of her death deep in my heart. No matter how many times people tell me, I still feel that I

ill ever po

don’t think

Ease the burden of the agony her

want to party for her as if she were still alive

me up on my feet, although it turned to us helping Alesia up with her belly. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to carry children. I don’t think I’ll ever

then.” My brother smiled. “Let’s go back.”

the bottles?” I asked, pointing to

be carrying your

expected

up the empty bottles off the ground. Perched on a branch is Diana, my beloved owl. Her golden eyes look

of feathers.

at me

more to that nocturnal cotton–ball than

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pack house, I tossed the empty bottles in the available trash bin. I never got that alcoholic buzz, but that didn’t matter to me. I wanted to remember this night. Walking

color on this night. Music boomed to a heavy beat that thumped with the rhythm of my heart, drawing me into its magic. Pack members moved

in, the food table

in my sandals, I immediately grabbed a plate and filled with deviled eggs, warm sliders, chocolate cake, and a candied apple. Had to add the last one in there for health reasons. It’s an apple!

“BAWK!”

head to my side to see Galen, dressed in a bright yellow chicken costume, serving me a shit–eating grin. “You’re lucky I like you or else I’d sock you

blubbered, fake wiping his tears. “Glad to see you back at the party. Got worried for a sec there that you wouldn’t come

with a small smile. “Any plans for after the

man.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “This chicken costume works like magic, Kiki. Just as chickens

up more seeds later tonight, though.”

saltier the better. I like them

Kennedy from Resident Evil, walked over with a grimace. “Don’t you have any

overrated,” Galen smirked, wiggling a finger. “In my night of debauchery, such a term is dead until the morning of November First. Spot any women you like? You might get lucky

myself for my mate;

best. From the corner of my eye, a trio of women walked over in a gaggle of laughter. Jackie is dressed as Wonder Woman, Abigail is dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz,