Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 83 The Rescue

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“Seasons come and go. But I will never change. And I’m on my way” “Written In the Stars” by Tinie Tempah

Kiya

This was a fight for freedom.

I never thought I would be in this position again, battling for the right to see the daylight, to see the outside world. Same situation, different challenge.

Once Cadmael, the avatar of Huracán, was freed, the haunted asylum became the grounds of a battlefield. Hybrids of all shapes, sizes, and genders spilled from all corners, determined to hunt us down. Savages, they’d call us. Savages that needed to be controlled.

I refused to be acquiescent. A vow I made the night of my bonding with Garnet Moon came to my mind as I callously punched a hybrid into a wall. Never again a slave. Never again a follower. Never again a meek girl without a voice.

That promise echoed through the chambers of my mind like a siren song, pumping my blood with adrenaline. The deplorable conditions my fellow avatars were living in summoned a roar inside me. I’ve been here for a short while. Who knew how long they imprisoned the others?

I learned their names and who they represent. They’re avatars of Thor, Loki, Yemoja, Krishna, The Morrigan, and more. Some were my age, some a little older, and some were just teenagers. These bastard hybrids even kidnapped a seven–year–old girl! For what?

All for power.

People like this made me sick.

Chaos ensued as we free all the avatars. The hybrids pulled out all the stops to ensure our submission, even harboring weapons in case things went awry. I’ve never stared down a barrel of a gun before, especially one

that reeks of silver. But it didn’t scare m

What scared me more was that the person holding the gun wasn’t at

hybrid.

She was a full werewolf. Just like me, and she looked like someone I know.

“On your knees, bitch.” She demanded. The little girl behind me, who I come to know as Femi, the avatar of Bastet, hid in fear. “Or else I’ll put a bullet in the brat.”

Something about her infuriated me. The brown eyes, the brown hair, the cupid–shaped face. Everything about this woman awakened Artemis from a volcanic pit of rage. Did she think she could put me down with a mere silver bullet? I kept forgetting who had the true advantage here.

with a gun. I was an avatar of the goddess she once

own. I fought the woman, using the sole advantage I had. I was fighting for others, while she fought for dominion over others. She would never win. I was proved correct when I used the gun to

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her hair grabbed my hand, and we ran as fast as we could. Gunshots, screaming, faded commands, and more mixed into the thick ether. It was going to take

we going to die, Miss?” Femi

today,” I answered back. None of us were dying. We ran downstairs, walking over the unconscious or dead bodies of hybrids. I expelled a breath of relief when there wasn’t a dead avatar. Phoebe, Violetta, Nadia, and Cadmael met up with us.

hybrids and their allies have sealed up all exits throughout the place,” Cadmael growled, running a hand through

to escape,” Phoebe muttered. “I–I don’t have enough energy to teleport so many people out of here. It took a lot just to get to your

put you

out?”

My eyes found Nadia’s. “What could we do if

windows and doors all around this place, but they missed the

is five stories high!” Violetta pointed out. “What if we don’t

in the water instead of the ground, you should be okay, but I need Cadmael’s

out.”

chance, we don’t

gas pipes, but you all should be gone before the fire starts. Once Cadmael

The bigger man shrugged. “I’ve been wanting

moment that brute

a second thought. Suddenly, a faint scent curled in my nose, carried by the distant wind. It grew stronger by the second, and its

of this asylum.

was a scent I was all too familiar with, but there was more. Many more. My heart pounded at the hope that hugged me like a weighted blanket, sparking the light

“They’re

you can smell them?” Phoebe wondered in astonishment. Light glittered in her amethyst eyes, happy

Cadmael asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘smell them‘ or ‘pack‘? I smell nothing but sweat

The Rescue

smiled as bright as Phoebe. There had to be a way to let the pack know we were here. The joint scents of both Garnet Moon and

And Neron too? Holy shit, he’s alive?

weak, but I

but that won’t make me any less. useful. Are you

were known to help other wolves find their location; it was a better tracker than scent. If I howl

now at the forefront of my mind, present and ready. I prayed to Selene to help me, to allow my howl to reach the cars of all the wolves who had come to save Phoebe and me. To show them the path of light. To lead them to victory. And at that moment, it was like I could feel her cool

shoulders.

me to be the

asylum, no doubt ringing through the ears of good and evil alike but that was fine. I didn’t care. We would deal with them as

was saying, ‘We’re here! Find us!” and I knew it worked. Because the scents

crash two floors below us.

Neron