Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 43 – Missing

“The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Kiya

When someone is on the brink of death, their life flashes before their eyes. They see their successes, mistakes, long–forgotten memories, treasured memories, and more. No matter how they live, they see everything they’ve done before leaving life forever.

Dying is a process I’ve familiarized myself with. I craved it whenever the pain became overwhelming. It was a path of escape. The sweet relief. What remains afterward is silent tranquility.

However, I’m not dead. I’m very much alive, as told by the pain running through my body.

Malodorous scents suffocated me as I slowly grabbed the reins of my consciousness. Diesel fuel was the strongest, but my werewolf senses detected more. It detected blood from multiple people integrating into what I believe Hell smells like. The ringing in my ears hammered against my skull, and my eyesight slowly cleared to reveal the horrific scene before me.

I remember everything now. My family and I were on our merry way back to California until something hit our van. Something hard, large, and powerful. Our world tumbled and spun like the inside of a dryer before coming to a chilling stop. Glass made their home in and on my flesh, preventing my rapid healing from working properly.

We’re in a car crash.

And the smell of blood is coming from my friends and family!

Oh my Goddess, Abigail!

A car crash won’t kill a werewolf, but it can kill a human. Groaning, I tried to move but was met with searing pain. The impact of whatever hit my side created a huge dent with the depth of a moon crater. The people who suffered more from it would be Mom, me, and those behind me. Abi is sitting on the other side of Jackie, shielded by her body. But, with the tumbling, there’s no telling how hurt she is.

This is going to be tough, but I must do it. Miraculously, the framed portrait Neron gifted me didn’t have a dent. It’s as perfect as when it was unwrapped.

Shuffling and ignoring the mind–numbing pain, I reached my arm over Jackie’s awakening form and grabbed hold of Abigail’s hand. I concentrated all my thoughts and emotions to heal her. Sure enough, the lunar power flowed from me into my human friend, mending and weaving through her arteries and veins to repair her injuries.

“Kiya, be careful,” Artemis warned. “Healing uses a lot of energy.”

“I know, but I need to be sure she’s okay!”

Abigail is not dying on my watch.

As I’m healing her, I grow weak. It feels like a weight is pressed against my back. My grip on Abi’s hand slipped, but I held on as tight as I could. When she started moving, I stopped, elated that she’s okay. A chorus

Chapter 41 – Masing

of groaning and cussing followed as everyone came to consciousness.

My family is okay.

“What the actual f*ck?” Darien grumbles behind me, irritated. “There’s no one for miles; how the hell did we get into a crash?”

“What matters is that everyone is alive,” Dad spoke strongly, working to push open the driver’s side. “Abigail? Are you alright?”

“I’m 6

Kiya

me, dusting the glass out of her hair. “You can do

I feel winded, like I ran a double marathon and I hate it. I hate feeling weak. It’s the major reason I don’t heal others unless it’s necessary. Since Abi can’t heal like the rest of us, I use

home. Dad pushed open. his, finally, slowly and cautiously stepping out into the sun. Mom had to crawl to the driver’s side because the impact totaled her side, which Dad helped her out. My parents worked to get the rest of us

by many cars unless people are crossing state lines, there are rules and safety measures put in place to prevent crashes from happening.

how were we hit at the side? It’s a two–way road! There are no intersections around us. Whoever or whatever hit us had

like a teddy bear, looking for comfort in this insane predicament. Jackie comforted Abigail with hugs and sweet whispers, Isaiah made sure Sapphire didn’t have glass residue and vice versa, and Mikhail is talking to a shaken–up Galen. Mates are soothing one another, and I

Darien, walking to me with a

little tired and spooked, though.” I shot him a

my chest. Something brewed in them I couldn’t make out, but it raged like fire.

but he held back. Instead, he

was

happened,” Dad muttered, pulling out his phone. “Knowing him, he’d come down here

cares, mi amor.” Mom

to bristle in place. Apprehension roamed through the atmosphere as we prepared for The

around us.

undead rogues

don’t want to get damaged in the fight, it’s that. Seconds later, undead rogues, the same

became ten. Ten

became an army.

stay away, but like the heathens they are, they didn’t obey; remaining true to their titles as disobedient and ruthless dogs. Mom and Dad instantly got in their

as if they still are. My favorite people don’t f*ck around when our

victorious, I

My parents attacked, and we followed suit. Abigail, like a true warrior, had her weapons ready on her person and went toe–to–toe with the mutts with

I’m not at optimal strength, but I fought my hardest. Punches to their snouts, kicks to their

to harm my family is a guaranteed

blind spots, ripping apart any mutt dumb enough to approach. Knowing him for so long, his fighting technique is memorable. However, this time, there is a level of viciousness in his slaughter. Restless in his pursuits, he chased the rouges

else besides the rogues. And I have

violently thrown like a rag–doll away from the chaos. I landed on the forest floor on my arm, rolling in a cloud of

toward me. Just by that singular sound, it floods my mind with the recollections of his horrific onslaught against my friends before

me through a f*cking windshield on my

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from impact, but the monster

with both my hands, restraining against his indomitable might. I pushed, and he pushed, equalizing the force between us. Cerberus‘ expression is stony, unflinching.

away from me!” Summoning my moon magic, I kicked the goliath in the stomach with both my feet, forcing him back far enough to slip away. From the distance, I spotted my family fighting

them! I don’t want a repeat of what

shouted through our mind–link.

situation with a seven–foot–tall

are you talking about?!”

explain right now, Moar!”

so I can use that

from their roots. Once I’m far enough, I turn on my heels and growled at the juggernaut, ready for

just him