Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chaos (II)

"And what did you mean by that she had opened a research lab? Since when did witches start to experiment?" Dominic asked, his eyes staring at her and his beta. From the twitch of his brows, it was quite clear that he found his actions pathetically cowardly and humiliating.

"I never said that she did experiments with reports and chemicals. When I say research experiments, it means magical experiments. They don’t need the knowledge of science for that; just their twisted beliefs are enough," explained Tracy.

No one asked her to elaborate on what she meant by magical experiments. See? They were really smart. She liked smart guys.

Tracy continued to walk even further, and just as she turned left, she realised that there was something wrong. Before, when she came to this labyrinth, she could hear the soft whimpers of those mutated bodies, but now—it was too quiet. The stretching silence brought a kind of stillness in the corridors of the labyrinth.

It was too quiet.

Tracy felt her heart jump to her throat. A cold, old and familiar feeling started to creep up her spine. A sensation that she had felt centuries ago, but it was so strong and vivid that she still remembered it. It had been so many years. Strictly speaking, she shouldn’t be scared of this silence, as she had faced it more than once, but she was. She was scared of it.

This wasn’t peace; this was something ugly.

"You all wait here," Tracy told the men, realising that there was no point in them following her.

"But—" Dominic began, but she was not listening.

Grabbing Veronica by the back of her collar, she dragged the woman to the lab. However, the sound of hurried steps behind her told her that these shifters were really bad at following commands. Bad dogs.

It didn’t take long for them to make it past the countless corridors and arrive at the big research lab, which had those cylindrical vessels with mutated bodies that would have looked better off dead.

And now they were indeed dead.

The liquid inside had turned blood red, and the bodies had been torn apart. Limbs, head and torso floated in the water. The scene revealed that whatever happened here was nothing less than a one-sided massacre. They were not even given a chance to escape, which was simply pathetic on the part of the person behind this.

Tracy slowly made her way toward the little girl whose body had been morphed into something inhumane. Her prison was smaller than the rest, even though she was the biggest. Two heads were now staring back at her. Both of them pressed against the glass with their eyes wide in horror at what they saw before their death. Mess of blood and flesh filled their prison, without giving them a chance to even breathe. The only good thing that could have been possible in this situation was that they died too swiftly.

Her aether continued to scatter along the dome as it started to taste every fragment of the magic left behind in the building after the carnage, and yet she could find nothing other than the ragged edges of the magic. She was too late. Morga had cleaned herself way too cleanly; even if she wanted to drag her arse to the realm of magic, Tracy knew that it was impossible. She couldn’t do it, not without any evidence. And even if she did catch that bitch—would the lives of these innocent souls return?

Calm down; your aether is getting out of control.

If you continue like this, then I am afraid that you will end up being the one getting hauled to the court of divinities.

Martha and Jacob spoke in a hurried manner. She knew that the two spirits were correct; if she didn’t control her aether, the goddess of magic wouldn’t like it. The dinging of her watch was enough to let her know that she was walking on thin ice, and yet she couldn’t control her temper.

Blood, so much blood—blood of the innocents. Damn it. Not a single drop of blood was on the floor, but the chaos inside the glass vessel was enough to make Tracy close to eruption.

Morga.

You’d better not fall into my hands.