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.

was a mere werewolf with a gun. I was an avatar of the goddess she once followed. How dare she do this!

for others, while she fought for dominion over others. She

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girl with two puffs in her hair grabbed my hand, and we ran as fast as we could. Gunshots, screaming, faded commands, and more mixed into

going to die, Miss?” Femi asked.

unconscious or dead bodies of hybrids. I expelled

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

have enough energy to teleport so many people out of

can’t put you

out?”

you at any more risk,” I muttered. My eyes found Nadia’s. “What could we

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

place 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.”

Femi’s trembling hand. “If that is our only chance, we don’t have any time to lose. I assume you’ll light this place up once we get out

The fire would spread through the natural gas pipes, but you all should be gone before the

man shrugged. “I’ve been wanting

moment that brute

right now? He could very much bring us back to Osiris and his goons without a second thought. Suddenly, a

of this asylum.

was all too familiar with, but there was more. Many more. My heart pounded at the hope that hugged me like

“They’re

astonishment. Light glittered in her amethyst eyes, happy

“What do you mean ‘smell them‘ or ‘pack‘? I smell nothing but sweat and

03- The

had to be a way to let the pack know we were here. The joint scents of both Garnet Moon and Zircon Moon continued to

And Neron too? Holy shit, he’s alive?

you’re weak, but I need your help.”

you’re thinking. Yes, I’m feeling sluggish, but that

to howl. Wolf howls were known to help other wolves find their location; it was a better tracker than scent. If I howl loud enough, I could lead them here to save

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

shoulders.

be

loud. It shook the walls of the asylum, no doubt ringing through the ears of good and evil alike but that was fine.

it was saying, ‘We’re here! Find us!” and I knew

crash two floors below us.

Neron