Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 22 – Trust

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.“– William Shakespeare

Neron

Traitor.

Someone who deliberately betrays their livelihood for something else. That vindictive word bounced off the walls of my mind as my paws beat against the dark ground. With each thump, the ringing grew louder until it was the only sound I heard.

I couldn’t hear the whistling wind or the melodies of the cicadas that scurried into their homes as I ran. As a true wolf in their habitat. Despite the angry mantra of ‘traitor‘ in my mind, I needed this run. It’s a way to calm me. The heat from today’s events pushed my beast to the front. Onyx allowed me this time.

I’m furious. I’m upset. I’m confused.

Miss Phoebe’s words are infallible. They clung like leeches to flesh. The urgency and unwavering confidence when she pointed the accusatory finger at Odessa is slowly weaving together the pieces of a greater puzzle. She’s not acquainted with Odessa, so what reason would she have to lie?

Wrapping my mind around Odessa being the traitor was easy. Out of the motives she could have, one makes sense to get rid of my mate. She hates Kiya. Her hatred runs deep. That terrifies me the most.

Anger is a hot, destructive force that pushes many to do things they didn’t know they could do. It blinds and manipulates, coiling around the heart like a slithering snake. And when it strikes, it strikes hard.

Odessa is a danger to the pack, to me, and above all, to Kiya.

And I must eliminate the danger.

But I need solid evidence that she’s conspiring with Osiris. Considering how secretive she is, it’s a problem.

The last time we accused someone without legitimate evidence, it cost us. It cost us Kiya.

And she’s mated to Darien. I’ll be forced to break two mates apart. No matter what, hearts will be broken.

But I can’t have Odessa trotting around carelessly. Skidding to a stop when the fresh scent of water tickled my snout, I open my mind–link to connect to someone I trust will get the job done.

“Tristian.”

Immediately, a deep orotund voice echoes in my head. “Yes, Alpha?”

“I have a new assignment for you. You are to document Odessa Rossi’s every move and report your findings to me before the day’s end. This will be a daily occurrence until I say otherwise. You begin tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, Alpha Neron, but why do you want me to stalk your ex–lover?”

“Because she is more of a danger than I first realize, but I need evidence before I am to decide her fate. Documented proof that she is who I think she is.”

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“And if you get that proof, what will happen to her?”

I hated the answer I’m about to give, but it is what it is. “The consequence of a traitor is death. There’s no way out of it. Odessa will die.” If a traitor dies, that eliminates the chance for them to cause further harm. It’s been a rule for all werewolf packs for centuries. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“Understood, Alpha Neron.”

scent to a place I haven’t visited in years. A

into the night sky, forming a gentle haze under the waning gibbous. Moonlight glittered upon the clear waters as the tunes of trickling water enter my ears. In the daylight, the water is a beautiful crystal–blue with the

here with Mom, especially if my training became too much. My mother had a gift of knowing whenever I needed to relax. Kids get stressed out, and she knew that. And she handled it with care. Training for the Alpha role since age ten wasn’t easy, and this secret place provided me with an escape. Neither Nuria Dad knew about

the heat melted away our stresses. It couldn’t have been easy for her

are calm, but and Luna. I could tell she needed

and

her terribly.

compare to

did I come here? To think about the events that led up to this chaotic moment of my life. I sat my rear end on the grass. My tail wagged behind me as the wind stroked me like how Mom used to do.

of the past thirteen years to flood my

the 6th grade, turn into a traitorous woman? Part of me didn’t want to kill her. Foolishly, it hoped Odessa can redeem herself; that she’ll ask for

my pack.

its pack from all threats–both internal and external. Odessa will be eliminated, no matter what. No matter the history we shared, the woman made her choice. She can prattle continuously about her love for me

killed before,

I cannot help but believe this is,

22 –

but that’s the least of my concerns, Running to the tree with my clothes resting on the

from my peripherals. I stopped. It’s dark enough for the night to hide my body, but it

her other hand petting a ball of feathers, Kiya’s l*ps went from

coos with my werewolf hearing. And for a moment, I watched the tender moment

against everything that hurt her, even myself. The moment is bittersweet. Kiya has a lot of love for Diana and

out her ethereal beauty. Her skin glittered under the silver light and her hair flowed lightly with the night breeze. I

she be even

I find creepy about owls -and boots when she spots me. She took off from the windowsill straight to me. I held up my finger so that her feet

smile as she rubbed her head

expanded her wings to show off her clean, white feathers.

Showoff.

pang of disappointment

of my home. “You should start filing your talons down. They’re becoming sharper.”

disappointing hoo? This bird has more personality than some of my members. Chuckling, I rubbed her soft head.

don’t even

bright, fluffy, pink onesie with cat ears on the hood. Her face held a scowl, but I couldn’t take it seriously given everything from the

a word.” She warned. “My mom got me this onesie, and it’s soft. I like

“Which mom?

“My real one.”

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rolled her eyes.

but the onesie distracted me because

“Don’t!

look adorable!”

to cover her ch*eks. Aww, she’s

look like a fluffy pink marshmallow.” A loud cackle erupted from my chest when Kiya grew angrier.

she’s cuter

Selene, I’ll sew

hands up in surrender. “I’ll stop!” Diana cooed for the last time before flying to her home in the trees. That left the two of us alone. My mate eyed me carefully while patting away the e growing embarrassment on her ch*eks. Just by the silence between us, something is weighing heavily on