Chapter Seventeen: Hold On Tight!

NYX’s POV

“Salvador suuuucks!”

Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy.

I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement.

The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

No one wanted any problem with the Guardians of Salvador. They were the school’s most dreaded disciplinary body that dealt with notorious students caught doing or saying something that was outlawed.

Narin’a face was etched into a scowl as she stretched out her hands and in awe I watched her absorb all the sonic waves that would have made our ears bleed like it was nothing.

“Is this how y’all welcome new members?” Narin frowned, glaring at the farsh