Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Morga (I)

Tracy stared at the atrocities in front of her. The sight alone would have made even the blood of the gods and the goddesses curdle. Humans called this research, while the witches called it revolution. But her? She called it madness. The same madness that had been carried on and on for centuries, without stopping. Centuries of this stupidity, and yet Tracy had a very good hunch that this was not going to stop. Maybe if the goddess of magic had learned her lesson and realized that there was no point in manufacturing any more of these witches with a screw loose in their heads.

Honestly, how many times had she told that woman to take a closer look at the mess her children had made in this world?

"Like a gazillion times already," muttered the white owl.

Yup, she did and look where it has brought her. The development was insane. Catch on to the sarcasm here, okay?

The creature, most likely a poor soul from a rather twisted experiment, turned his head and looked at her. His eyes were filled with silent pleading as he hoped for freedom. Staring at Tracy, he silently begged her to release him from his agony.

Please.

"I will come back for you," said Tracy, her voice unnaturally soft even though she hardly ever used that tone on anyone. "Don’t worry; I will free you of this pain once I am done."

She wished she could help him, do something more for them, but other than giving their souls the freedom they craved while living in the form of this abomination, Tracy didn’t know what else to do for them. She was no goddess, and even if she wished to help these children, she couldn’t do that. Because no magic could undo what they were going through. Their sufferings brought a fleeting emotion, one that she had ignored for ages. It was painful but not hard to suppress.

Once you have seen enough, things get easier with time; after all, this was not the first example of cruelty that she had seen and certainly won’t be the last.

Tracy glanced at the living as well as the dead before continuing deeper into the underground labyrinth. Her heart felt heavy as she ignored the mutilated bodies that either had two heads or furry bodies with several human hands. Just what did that idiot do here? Was she really hell-bent on creating amorphous?

She has to be dreaming.

Tracy walked past the corpses scattered on the floor and looked at the blood sigil that was drawn on the marble. A large circle with countless runes written in and around the entire circle. And there she sat in the middle of the circle, cross-legged. One look at the young girl, and Tracy knew that this was not her real body. If it were, then this woman would have never let her catch her so easily.

The young lady in the middle was no older than sixteen, and she opened her eyes when she heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the silent room. Her blood-red eyes stared at Tracy with a look of annoyance on her face. Dressed in a gothic black dress with a matching headdress, the woman would have looked cute if not for the human skull, lemons and a voodoo doll sitting next to her.

"Morga." Tracy crossed her hands behind her back and calmly looked at the young woman. "How many times are you going to do this? I have told you already that this brings a really bad reputation to all of us."

The woman elegantly stood up on her feet, her eyes staring at Tracy with a look of sheer rage in her eyes. Though her expression remained blank. Centuries of living among humans, and yet she couldn’t learn how to show expressions like any normal person would.

Sigh. She really was bad at learning, wasn’t she?