Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Tracy’s rage

Finn came to a stop beside her. His face was white as a sheet as he looked at the sight in front of him. "What the hell? Just what the fuck happened here?" His voice was filled with disgust, horror and something more that Tracy couldn’t quite catch or maybe because she didn’t want to catch it. For it sounded more or less like guilt. The guilt that she was feeling at that moment. The men behind were furious after seeing the bloodbath. These shifters might not be their pack members but they were still related to their kin in one way or some other.

The scent of the blood was getting stronger, even stronger than the foul smell of the magic that was still lingering in the labyrinth.

Tracy didn’t even look at the man. She didn’t answer him; she couldn’t. Her attention was focused on the arrays that were drawn in the room. They were scattered all over the walls like ants running awry. These shifters were not killed just out of sheer desperation of being caught or traced by the witch hunters. No, they were killed to fulfil the last piece of the puzzle.

Veronica crouched next to her. Her expression was full of horror. Her movements were stiff and rather cold. It was as if the woman was not bothered after seeing the chaos in front of her but the truth? She was. Tracy could feel the aether around Veronica getting more chaotic by the minute. She studied the bodies through the glasses, her eyes flickering to every skin that was left intact, something that was rather hard to find.

Because there was nothing left of the bodies. Other than their faces, and that could be taken as the last bit of mercy that Morga had shown to these people. "They couldn’t fight back."

"Like they could ever fight back." Tracy scoffed; her voice was flat, but the emotions in her veins were turning chaotic by the minute. The rage continued to simmer. At Morga, at the gods, at the fates and whatever clusterfuck this was—but more than anything, the one person she was furious at? It was she. She should have come back sooner. No, she should have saved these people when she couldn’t or maybe killed them. That way they would have at least gotten a chance to close their eyes and they wouldn’t have become the last ingredient for a messed-up experiment.

She shouldn’t have let Inez cloud her judgement. Shouldn’t have worried about the lycan heir.

She should have known better than to leave these people behind.

Then Veronica turned to look at her and asked, "Can you still sense it?"

"Sense? I don’t know about sensing but oh boy, I do smell something," chimed Ajax before Tracy could reply.

Of course he did. The scent was lingering in the air so thickly that even a man without a sense of smell could have smelled it. This scent cut through the stench of blood and rotting flesh. A scent that didn’t belong in this place. Sweet like the delightful future but there was a hint of something sour and uncanny. Together with the scent of the blood, it smelled horrible.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify