Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 72 – Loved Ones

“I miss you in ways that not even words can understand. – Gemma Troy

Neron

Nightfall brought its silvery partner, the moon, to dazzle the world with its luminescence acting as a guiding light through the dark. The stars twinkled in their silent symphony as the celestial diamond stole the show. But I didn’t have the energy to admire the spectacle. It has officially been one day since the devastating attack and the anxiety from the pack members soured the air.

Sleeping wasn’t an option, not with imminent danger plauging our hearts. I checked up on families that lost their loved ones, members recovering in the hospital, and assisting with repairing minor damages to the pack house and the smaller homes. Many expressed their fears of another attack and began arranging temporary shelter elsewhere until the danger passes, if at all. It hurt to see many saddened and frightened faces as Zircon Moon lost its medal of safety and security.

But there was a common theme when I checked on the members of the older generation.

Is there a plan in place to rescue Dad, Ashley, and Steven?

No, there wasn’t. At least, not yet.

Osiris’ location was a growing mystery irking my soul. The bastard was proficient in covering his tracks. I caught a lucky break when Anthony phoned me earlier to say that he and his team believes the snake is in Oregon. That small bit of information filled me with hope. Where Osiris is, Lady Sanguine is there. While the information came at a great time, it leaves us both at a lost-the state is huge with endless amounts of forestry. If we deploy our soldiers to search the entire state, we’ll waste time, and by the time we reach our destination, Dad, Ashley, and Steven will be dead. The information isn’t sufficient to move forward with a rescue mission.

Kiya’s necklace rested in my palm as my thumb caressed the cracked full moon pendant. Despite the damage, the image glowed under the moonlight in the darkness. I haven’t found the time to get it fixed, but the chill of the silver is redolent of my mate’s missing presence. Everything is colder without her around, but she’s spreading the flames of hatred as she holds Dad and the Betas prisoner.

But the question is, do I want my father back? Time and time again, he’s proven that he isn’t trustworthy. I can take him assassinating my character, but my respect for him combusted into flames when he admitted to the car crash. He almost killed Kiya and her family because of his anger.

However, that is not the reason he needs to be rescued. It is because of what Lady Sanguine will do. During the aftermath, patrols discovered Odessa’s body, along with the guards I assigned to take her back to the dungeons in the open field. Someone sliced her throat to where the wound exposed the muscles to the elements. Her hollow, lifeless eyes stared ahead at nothing, void of the life they once had. Odessa was killed shortly after Ariel separated from her. Kiya’s scent, once aromatic, turned sour, drenched the area.

I’m certain that this hell won’t end with anything other than my father’s and the Beta’s deaths.

I’m terrified. Has Kiya-Lady Sanguine killed him? A part of me doesn’t think so, but even gut intuition can be

wrong. With every kill, part of the soul dies. Before the person knows it, they are but a hollow shell.

programmed for murder. Kiya, naturally, has a benevolent, bright soul. She is a good person, through and through. However, if Lady Sanguine kills my dad, I’m scared that Kiya will never return to the path of light. Osiris’ hold over her will be absolute.

Onyx and I will lose our mate for good.

I have to rescue them; not for their sake, but Kiya’s.

“But that begs the question.” Onyx’s strong, rumbling voice spoke. “If Kiya doesn’t kill him, would you be the one to do so?”

“I’m not a god, Onyx. I can’t choose who lives and who dies.”

“No, but we don’t have a choice in this matter.” My wolf paced around in my mind. “I’m not telling you to play god, but you need to weigh the pros and the cons of keeping him alive. I’m not waiting for old age to kill the man. That kind of death is too merciful.”

A heavy sigh left my lips as I rubbed my face, taking a seat in my chair. I press my back against the backrest, staring at the moon peeking through the window in my office. My heart stung like a hornet’s sting. The conflicting images of my father played side by side in my mind, displaying moments where he was a complete monster and others where he was a loving father. The father I needed.

I’ve lied awake at night thinking of solutions about my father. Exile, banishment, hoping the bastard somehow repents-everything. Peaceful resolutions won’t work this time and I know it, deep down. My father is guiltless, just as Odessa was. Both made the life of my mate a living hell and kept secrets from me that didn’t come to light until after I lost Kiya for the second time.

It both angers and saddens me at the same time.

“He’s the only family I have left.”

“What the hell am I, chopped liver? You have me, dumbass!”

live in my

still count.” I know he’s rolling his eyes. “You also have family in Norway. Your

and Nuria died, and I don’t blame them. They were in just as much pain as we were, and what do I say to them, Onyx? But back to Dad. If

be

this way; would leaving your father alive do more harm

“Harm. No doubt.”

your answer, but I know this isn’t

every kill, part of the soul dies, Before the person

murder. Kiya, naturally, has a benevolent, bright soul. She is a good person, through and through. However, if Lady Sanguine kills my dad, I’m scared that Kiya will never return to the path

will lose our mate for

not for

strong, rumbling voice spoke. “If Kiya doesn’t kill him,

can’t choose who lives and

wolf paced around in my mind. “I’m not telling you to play god, but you need to weigh the pros and the cons of keeping him alive. I’m not waiting for old age to kill the man.

chair. I press my back against the backrest, staring at the moon peeking through the window in my office. My heart stung like a hornet’s sting. The conflicting images of my father played side by side in my mind, displaying moments where he was a complete monster and others where

at night thinking of solutions about my father. Exile, banishment, hoping the bastard somehow repents-everything. Peaceful resolutions won’t work this time and I know it, deep down. My father is guiltless, just as Odessa was. Both made the life of my mate a living hell and kept secrets from me that didn’t come

angers and saddens me at the

the only family I

the hell am I, chopped liver? You

in my head,

he’s rolling his eyes. “You also have family

in just as much pain as we were, and what do I say to them, Onyx? But back to Dad. If I kill him, wouldn’t that make me as bad

can’t be

because you have a heart. Think about it this

or good?”

“Harm. No doubt.”

you literally have your answer, but I know this isn’t

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or Raina’s parents. But we can’t let Klyn fall further into the darkness. You-no, we have to end

lost yet, Onyx. She’s still in there, in whatever Lady Sanguine Is.” I felt her, smelled her, and saw her. All before Osiris ruined

can’t let that disappear forever because I will tear this world apart if I

get a hold of

cars lowering in sadness. “No…I couldn’t,

“We must kill

Osiris too.”

his fucking

our fight, his taunts had a certain level of malice in them. He had referenced my great-grandfather several times, not to mention ending my bloodline before Dad showed up. Along with the news about Oregon, Anthony

Osiris himself. This attack was personal. My great-grandfather did

Osiris? How

sleep consumed me in my failed efforts of squeezing my eyes shut and

me quicker than

my furnace-like. body down, but instead of waking me up, it did the exact opposite. Sleep rushed in and demanded my surrender. Unable to fight it off, I rested the back

of sleep wouldn’t

Dream

need to stop listening

helpful as it led me further into the realm. Without a doubt, I felt out of place, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Onyx was silent in my head as he is in all of my dreams. Huffing in a sharp breath, I traversed down further

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with my fingers. The air carried a gentle, but pleasant scent similar to freesia flowers, enticing a smile on my face. I walked until I reached a temperate pond waiting