Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 84 – The Survivors

“It will cost you a colossal defeat, if you wanna keep playin‘ god with me!” – “Deviations” Detroit: Become Human Rap by IT Music

Osiris

A war raged on.

Wolves versus hybrids.

Mutts versus crossbreeds.

It was interesting. Just to see, hear, and smell how much a bunch of dogs would risk their lives for two females. Did I know they were here for Kiya and the witch? Of course. Dogs such as them wouldn’t care if they were ordinary avatars.

That’s how I knew my Little Moon was special. To have an army rally behind her for her safety. Was she aware of her influence? Her power? She was greater than any wolf. If she wanted to, she could bend these mutts to her will. Bend anyone to her will.

I know she wanted too. Deep down, buried underneath all that good and morality, she wanted power over those who hurt her. I could taste it in her blood and see it through her memories like a movie reel of the worst moments of her life and how she triumphed over them. It was a shame she forced those dark feelings down, pretending they didn’t exist.

But, as I know, darkness had an interesting way of impeding in one’s life.

Crashes and screams continue to echo below and around me. If those hybrids and traitors cannot defend themselves against a couple of horse–sized pooches, then they aren’t worth my time. They were never worthy of being part of my organization, anyway.

Speaking of traitors…

I knew Nadia was behind all of this. Weak humans don’t last long being surrounded by darkness. Now that I think about it, I haven’t heard from Lucien in a while. He doesn’t answer my mental links, either. Could it be that I have two traitors in my midst?

My fingers run through Pepi’s scales, him hissing in delight. One might wonder why I was so calm about this. About my facility being raided. Well, tools were disposable. It wasn’t like I care about what happens to these fools.

Calmly, I left the fallen facility in a billow of darkness. The sunlight was bothersome, but not to the point I must hide like those stereotypical vampires the humans love. Cerberus would take care of the traitors.

But my Little Moon? I’ll come for her again. After all, I marked her as mine.

Kiya

“You’re a werewolf?”

Chapter – The Survivors

“Yep.”

“Since birth?

“Yes.”

Violetta grinned with a spring in her step, squealing like a child high on sugar. “That is so cool! I knew werewolves were a thing, but to have one next to me? Holy crap! I have so many questions!”

I can answer them, but could we save this interrogation

“Right. Sorry!”

blocking our way from meeting the wolves at the bottom floor. Phoebe and I, desperately, wanted to reach our pack, but with the added risk of encountering hybrids

off to a couple of avatar escapees

a fiery dome soon, which was why we needed to get the hell

hard. I could also smell Jackie and others. Even Mom and Dad! So many people were here for us, and it warmed my heart with happiness. Confidence rippled through me as the three of us ran up the stairs, hopped

late and dangerous for us to turn back, especially when this place would blow up.

Violetta and I turned around

“Don’t move, bitches!”

her leg.

our lives so that the three of us to escape. together. Both had their pros and cons, and every choice had

friend behind. A pack sticks together and fights for each other, and Phoebe’s freedom was

jump back from the impact. Behind me, I see Violetta with her hand outstretched, conjuring up an electrical storm out of mid- air. Phoebe, despite her injury, used her magic to summon water for her, who manipulated

couldn’t describe.

like a dancer. Water became her weapon, and it mercilessly tore through the hybrid males who dare to threaten our lives. Fixed with electricity, it made for a deadly combination

muttered, settling her hands down. “If they were in the

is a goddess who doesn’t screw

slinging Phoebe’s arm over my shoulder to help

we don’t hurry.”

woman came over and slung Phoebe’s other arm over her shoulder. It somehow. worked because she was taller than both of us. “The

might have gotten caught up.” I wondered. As the three of us walked slower than normal, I

no idea how good it feels

the window, the only place where an exit isn’t bordered up. There are

“Can you shift?”

Artemis is weak. So much for

the best of us.

I know. How are

at all comers. Mom and Dad are tearing these bastards apart too. Everyone

everyone out as

“Why?”

place is going

The entire world

beneath our feet. Everything shook violently and the smell of smoke and fire rolled and undulated into the atmosphere from every path. Nadia and

to our exit, mindful of the fire that was bound to hit us from behind. Once we found the room with the window,

hard I pulled from the ledge. Piles of junk littered the surrounding

One hit.

Two.

Three.

a million pieces.

for the three of us to jump through. With curt nods and silent agreement, the three of us broke into a run, leaped

moment felt as the three of us plunged into the icy river below. Rivers symbolize the end

time. The river symbolized our freedom from this hellscape. Freedom from the tyranny of hybrids who lusted for our power and

hope he burned.