Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 5 Face Full of Fluff

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“I used to know you the best and now I don’t even remember your name.“– Mya Waechtler

Kiya

Well, it’s back to business! Nothing like a mental breakdown to kick my ass back into gear, right? Yet, there’s another dilemma that I need to decipher. And it involved my best guy friend.

Darien has been distant with me. Cold. Cold as the frozen tundra.

Ever since yesterday afternoon, he’s acknowledged my presence. He stares at me emotionlessly, like I’m a stranger. We never talk, and he finds any excuse to avoid me. Last night at dinner, when he greeted everyone. he skipped me and went about his evening. Fear festered in my heart at this drastic change. How did we go from close friends to strangers in twenty–four hours?

Something isn’t right. I’ve been noticing him hanging out with Odessa more than usual, and their PDA is becoming almost excessive. Speaking of Odessa, her surrounding air changed. The way she carries herself changed. It’s almost like she got a power boost out of nowhere. She walks like she owns the world and can crush it with her palms. I’m all for female empowerment and I’m curious about her change, too. And Darien treats her like his queen. She relishes in the attention he gives her because it’s given to her with a simple flick of the finger.

I get it. They’re mates. It’s normal for mates to be affectionate with each other, but that’s not the problem. My problem is one of my best friends is ignoring me and treating me like I’m unworthy of his time when he treats the rest of our group normally.

Did I do something wrong? Am I on the verge of losing my friendship with Darien?

“Gah…” I growled internally, shaking my head from this disastrous all–or–nothing thinking. It only leads to trouble and heightened anxiety. After all, I have bigger things I need to focus on.

Like this obstacle course the pack is building for the pup trainees!

Walking to the back of the pack house, I hear the echoing symphony of the hammer against wood and plastic, chainsaws, and drills. Clouds of sawdust dusted the air and landed on my unfortunate self. After my mental breakdown, the ranked wolves and Garnet Moon warriors convened in Neron’s office to discuss ways to test the pups after two months of training.

Valerian suggested an obstacle course, and we thought it was a good idea. The ideas spurred from human television programs where the contestants compete in front of a crowd battling through different obstacles. As they progress, so does the difficulty in passing through before reaching the end. Time matters too if they

want to advance into the next round.

It’s interesting.

I’m excited! Wolves of all shapes, sizes, colors, and sexes worked swimmingly together to make the obstacle course happen. Neron and Kwame imported supplies needed for construction from wood to rubber tarps and plastic. Spotting Jackie, Sapphire, and Abigail carrying gymnastic mats, I trotted over as the three women dropped them. Dust and dirt picked up in the air, invoking coughing and spitting.

“Hey, Little Bit!” Jackie announced with her award–winning smile. She pulled me into a tight hug. “Finally

Chapter 5–Face Full of Fluff

coming to help us, eh?”

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m going to miss this.” I nodded. “Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Nope. We got it handled.” Abigail replied, stretching her right arm out. During the whole kidnapping madness with that brute Cerberus, she broke it. Now, it’s almost healed. Dr. Jackson said she must wear an arm sling for another week so the fracture can fully heal. “I heard Kwame and the others need help with the climbing wall.”

“Cool! I’ll go check it out.” Bidding my friends farewell, I walked to where the ranked wolves of Zircon Moon are, and immediately, I’m met with shirtless men and women glistening under the blistering sun from sweat. Whoever is in charge of the sun made it a show to glitter their colorful flesh with their primal beauty.

And Goddess, my heart is weak. Being attracted to both sexes is a pain in the ass because I have the communication skills of an over–baked potato.

And it’s made worse when Neron jogs up to me. Goddamnit, would it kill him to put on a shirt?!

Artemis says with a smile in

helping! We’re supposed to

him and admire his beauty at the same time. No rule

“Good grief.”

for its light cast a halo around the Alpha’s exquisite form. Sometimes, I wish I were taller because 1, unfortunately, have a face full of chiseled chest, glistening with sweat

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a

grumbled. “Can you put on a shirt?”

course for the pups? Nope.” He chuckled, brushing his black hair back. “Let me guess: I’m distracting

“Yes.”

that’s a good thing. You find

to my cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself.

you do. Your squeaky voice says

of whether I find him attractive, which I do, but his ego needs to deflate a bit, I walk around him to get a better

“We jus

climbing holds near the top. Some wolves are taking a break, but we aim to have this course done before tomorrow

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a power drill. Before I could climb the ladder, Neron stopped me with a hand

his eyebrows. “You can slip off and fall. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

space for me to walk.

pups.

that, Kiya. But even so, be

pieces was easy. Dots marked the placements on the grey plywood. As I was busy drilling, owl sounds echoed near me. I

not just over the wall, but over the construction. A beautiful sight of a combined effort to make something for the next generation of warriors warmed my heart. It warmed me to know that I’ve taken part in this journey to

made of once the obstacle

Because when I turned around, I met with a face full of white feathers and chortling hooting. This fucking bird and her personality! It caught me so off guard that I stumbled backward over the edge with a scream as gravity pulled me fast

to the

and might not get

warmth is unmistakable. And his pleasant smell. I’m losing my mind.

face, sputtering from feather strands. that got in my

shot back.

“Who’s Diana?”

my chest to see Diana ruffling her white feathers back as she retracted her wings. Her head tilted and twisted as she looked at my disapproving face

with this nocturnal chicken.

the feathers on her back. “Also the cause of

near–death.”

softly. “I’ve seen her around, perched on various trees

hooted again, this time craning her neck to look up at the Alpha. I watched Neron’s face contort

into the cheek of its natural predator. But after a minute, I

in happiness and pleasure. This scene of Neron and I sharing a moment with this snow owl…I like

the world doesn’t exist around us? Unaware that I’m still in Neron’s arms with my body pressed up to his chest?

we interrupting

she suspects something’s going on, Abigail looks like she’s witnessing a monumental moment between

is Darien. His sharp glares of disgust impaled me constantly in the heart with each second. Pure,

me down,” I demanded suddenly, watching my best male friend depart from our group. Disgust permeated with

I don’t want

“Neron!”