Untouchable by Marii Solaria
Chapter 138
Chapter 49 – A Trap
“A trap is only a trap if you don’t know about it. If you know about it, it’s a challenge.“– -China Miéville
Kiya
In order to get out of this madhouse, I need the power of stealth. Wolves are crafty creatures by nature, in packs even more so. But tonight, I’m alone and can solely rely on myself. Getting home safe is my motivation because my family is waiting for my return. I must return and put this insanity behind me.
Danger lurks at every corner, in the light and the darkness. One slip up, and I’m a goner. Hiding in the darkened corner between two walls, I listen for distant chatter along with utilizing my senses to sniff out how close an enemy is. This home is full of enemies with cruel intentions. Once the coast is clear, I sneak out of
my hiding spot, on the search of a new one.
I don’t know where the exit is, but I won’t stop until I find it. My freedom depends on it. The mansion’s atmosphere thickened with wicked magic humming through the impenetrable air. Heavy and weighing down on me without consequence, partially to do with the chainless shackles around my wrists. The work of corrupt witches, who I’m sure lurk about between these walls. If I am to sniff the woodsy air again, I must slip past
them too.
“I wonder what’s the deal with the witches.” I thought, walking through the vacant halls, attentive to not step on a creaky board. “What do they get out of working with Osiris?”
“Hmm. Whatever he promised them, it must be good.” Artemis wondered. “Evil doesn’t need a reason to do what it does. Sadly, not all witches are as kind–hearted as Phoebe.”
“It’s tragic, but I can’t pity anyone who choses this path. All they do is hurt people.” Like Odessa and Jonathan did. As I traversed down the obscure, windowless hallway, my eye caught an old, large painting residing on the wall near an exit. In silence, I walked up to gaze at the couple presented in the portrait, framed dark gold with light dusting at its corners. Remnants of brushstrokes added depth to the art, intertwining with physical features and colors to make them stand out. The colors weren’t strong, but soften
and subtle to not sting
the eyes.
My gaze landed on the woman in a golden, pleaded dress with gentle, down–turned, auburn eyes peering back. at me. Skin as smooth as silk and brown as russet, her smile gave way to her kindness captured in the art. Black hair mimicking ocean waves rested on her shoulders, coiling down her cleavage, framing the diamond necklace resting around her neck. Pinned to the side of her hair was, what I suspected to be, a blooming carnelian. She folded in her hands her lap, nails colored white, blending in with the soft theme of her
aesthetic.
Standing above her was a man, regal, wearing a black and white petticoat with a hand on the woman’s shoulder. The more I stared at the man, the likeness he held to Osiris came to light. Colorless, pin–straight tresses flowed behind him as his fringe shielded one crimson eye, giving him a mysterious vibe. With skin in the shade of paling bronze, the black in his clothing made it stand out. While his eyes were serious, the grip on the woman’s shoulder was soft–a telling contrast between the two.
“Are they…Osiris‘ parents?” Artemis asked the million–dollar question. Pondering on that possibility made the likelihood of that theory to be true.
“I think so. He shares features from both his mother and father, so that means this palace belongs to them. A
Chapter 49 – A Trap
ssuming those two are dead, what would they think of Osiris‘ hellbent scheme to punish werewolf kind?”
“A question we’ll never have an answer to.” My wolf sighed. “You should keep going. I want the
don’t man in question snatching you up***
“Right.”
As
The corrupt witches ranged from young adults to the elderly with deadly magic braided into their aura. Whenever they passed by me, it is as if I couldn’t breathe because their presence is suffocating. Phoebe told me stories of witches who practice dark magic, the type she dabbles in, but it was
Now, I know these horrible people designed and constructed not just these, but the
seem to decipher either. His plans are solid, but his clandestine methodology leaves nothing
of dishes from the kitchen. Or so I thought was the kitchen. Judging by the rancid smell, however, I don’t think edible food
want to see what’s going on in there….” Artemis trailed on.
revolting! This is perhaps where they
carefully. There’s more movement down
be any more right. Several witches poured out of the makeshift kitchen along with a few hybrids I spot in the crowd. I ducked underneath a table, hiding behind the
better use.” One witch
voice of another commented. “He must make sure everything is in place before
he needs to hurry. I’m waiting for the moment we can finally rain hell amongst those
has eyes and ears everywhere. Question him and he’ll revoke his promise to you, maybe even kill you.” A high–pitched voice warned. “If you want that immortality, shut the hell up and do what you need to do. How is the room looking up?”
and it’ll be ready.” The monotonous voice replied. “All our hard work won’t be in vain, I promise that.”
under
this is going and I’m not staying to find out!” Just by
cannot equate to anything good. If Phoebe were here, she’d give
around here.
“Hold on, I forgot something!” followed by hasty footsteps. My
What the hell should
“Hide!”
know that,
doors?” I cracked the door open to see a grandeur, clean dining hall. “Perfect! Hide here!”
slipped through the doors, ducking down
I let out a sigh of
started moving.
I dove underneath the lavish tables like a diver, curling myself into a ball once more, hugging my knees to my chest. This is going to be one hell of a story to tell Jackie and the others, I swear. Footsteps trotted inside the hall, coming close to my hiding spot. Pressing my hand over my mouth, I quieted my breathing, but
under the tablecloth. The black flats she wore was the only thing appealing to
have the urge to punch her toes?”
“Kiya. No.”
“But I’m annoyed.”
“NO!”
get
“Stop it!”
the big toe!”
Why a
you like this?”
ashy knuckles
Спартет 49–А Тгар
to Selene, Kiya-!”
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