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.

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

fought for dominion over others. She would never win. I was proved correct when I used the

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my hand, and we ran as fast as we could. Gunshots, screaming, faded commands, and more mixed into the thick ether.

going to die,

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

exits throughout the place,” Cadmael growled, running a hand through his brown

have enough energy to teleport so many people out of here. It took a lot just to get to

can’t put

out?”

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

windows and doors all around this place, but they missed the top floor, as always. There’s

Violetta pointed out.

should be okay, but I need Cadmael’s fire. This is our only chance and the other avatars are also fighting

out.”

take it, you guys,” I advised, squeezing Femi’s trembling hand. “If that is our only chance, we don’t have

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

plan to me.” The bigger man shrugged. “I’ve

brute

I forgot about Cerberus! Who knew where he was right now? He could very much bring us back to Osiris and his goons without a second thought. Suddenly, a faint scent curled in my nose, carried by the distant wind. It grew stronger by the

of this asylum.

at the hope that hugged me like

them!” I hopped. “They’re here! Our pack

can smell them?” Phoebe wondered in astonishment. Light glittered in her amethyst eyes, happy tears pooled in her tear ducts, “They’re here to rescue us!”

talking about?” Cadmael asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘smell them‘ or ‘pack‘?

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didn’t know I was a werewolf. Even Femi shot me a confused look. Nadia smiled as bright as Phoebe. There had to be a way to let the pack know we were here. The joint scents

too?

know you’re weak, but

but

other wolves find their location; it was a better tracker than scent. If I howl loud enough, I could

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,

shoulders.

be the beacon.

the ears of good

one was full of feeling, it was saying, ‘We’re here! Find us!” and I knew it worked. Because the scents of many wolves on both sides

crash two floors

Neron