Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Clash of Witches

Morga scrambled backwards, her claws dragging on the floor as she eyed Tracy warily. "You speak as if you have never shed blood. By the way, why are you interfering now? did you not swear that you shall never intervene in the matters of the shifters and the witches? Centuries of silence and now you are suddenly appearing out of thin air? What got into your panties?"

"You don’t have the authority to question me, Morga." Tracy snapped her fingers and a small puddle of water appeared under her feet; it trickled and frothed before washing away the blood sigils drawn on the floor. The symbols hissed like countless snakes before disappearing into thin air. "Now, where is your body?" she raised her head and looked at the figure of the thin girl. "I know as a matter of fact that this is not your true body; you are way too sly and cautious. You will never disclose yourself so easily unless you have another nice, tricky escape plan waiting for you."

The witch laughed, her laugh like nails scratching on the blackboard. It had always been annoying and unpleasant, just like the rotten heart that she carried within her chest.

"Perhaps you are forgetting that you no longer hold any authority over me, Tristana. We are not students, and our teacher is not here. You cannot demand answers from me and expect me to tell you the truth."

"Then tell me, why are you here... this question is simple enough for you to understand with that little IQ you have?" Tracy looked down at her nails, clicking her tongue when she noticed that they were chipped at odd angles. "I don’t see any reason for you to come and bother these shifters."

She laughed again, higher this time. "I assure you that I was no bother. They were quite happy and ...hospitable once I told them that I can give them what they wanted."

Tracy grimaced, realizing that Morga had been hiding chunks of her soul, making promises and handing temptations to the weak, like the alpha of the Silver Dawn pack.

The last time the two of them met, Tracy had destroyed her body but she couldn’t destroy the pieces of this woman’s soul that she hid away right before the shell that she was occupying exploded sending blood and flesh all over the land.

Rebuilding her strength must have taken years; maybe that was why Inez was able to grow up. If not for the grudge this woman was carrying against her mother, Morga would have killed Inez when she was a baby.

She has gotten stronger, deduced the white snowy owl.

I can see that.

"So you gave them immortality?"

"Yes, they were so hospitable... that I couldn’t ignore them," she dragged her tongue over her lips. "They are such interesting creatures. So much strength and power, and yet so easy to fool. Always chasing more power... life... I was being kind by giving them what they wanted. Why blame me when they were the ones asking for it?"

Tracy wasn’t even surprised by her confirmation. She had already suspected this much ever since she found the traces of dark magic around this territory. But it still made her disgusted. No wonder this place reeked of blood and flesh, if Morga formed a contract with the alpha of this pack, then these sacrifices of the young must have been going on for a while now. No wonder, the smell here was so strong.

If not for Inez’s stupid mate who fell right into the trap, Tracy wouldn’t have bothered to deal with this pack. They had already ruined themselves to the ground. Saving them was futile and a waste of effort. But Killian just had to get caught in the fray. With Morga eyeing his royal blood— it would be difficult for her to even save that man with Morga’s claws digging so deep. Would she even be able to save him in time?

No, there was no need for her to be this pessimistic. Killian was from the royal lineage of the lycans. His blood should be able to hold on until she was done dealing with this witch. She would have rescued him first, but Tracy knew that without lifting Morga’s magic off this territory, it would take her longer. Not to mention this shell would escape sensing her presence.

The shifters of this territory were strong due to the woman standing in front of her. She was their devourer yet their savior.

As long as she was dead, the magic that was keeping their bodies alive would be drained off. Without the magic, these people won’t be able to stay alive for long.

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