Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Threatening A Pack War

Blue-orangish fire danced across the labyrinth. They twisted and turned along the length of the walls, along the length of the twisted arrays scattered all over the room. These flames didn’t touch Tracy or anything else, nor did they break free from the threshold of the room. They simply conquered the many runes that were running through the walls like some damn ants.

’You are making a mistake,’ said Martha worriedly. Her owlish eyes flickered to the left and then to the right before coming to a stop right back at Tracy. ’The goddess of magic will not be happy with this. Oh, she will not be happy with this."

"She is going to be so pissed with all this destruction, Tracy," Jacob chimed from the side. He looked terrified, but not of the fire that was getting more and more out of control. Instead, he was worried about the consequences they had to face after this was over.

Destruction? This was not destruction.

This was justice. The same justice that the gods and goddesses refuse to hand over to these poor souls.

Tracy remained standing in the middle of the room. She was untouched and unharmed despite the fire that was growing stronger with each passing second. The flames caressed her skin, but not once did they burn her. It was as if they recognised her as their master. Her hair floated in the air, the pressure making it fly behind her.

The sight was beautiful in the most tragic way.

She pulled away from the walls, and the fire behind her separated her, knowing her intent. Once in position, she swivelled her feet such that she had created a circle around her. One that the fire couldn’t trespass or break.

"You are not—"

Martha began, but Tracy didn’t hear a thing that she was telling her. She raised her hand in the air and bit the skin of her thumb. Blood oozed through the broken skin. Tracy glanced at the drop of blood and then drew an array in the air. Unlike other witches, who needed a blank surface to draw their arrays. She, on the other hand, didn’t.

The blood drop hovered in the air for three seconds before it started to glow.

"Summon," Tracy commanded, and her voice reverberated throughout the empty room. Even with the raging flames, she could hear her voice echoing.

These poor, innocent souls spiralled higher and higher. Before entangling together, they moved up and up until they had crossed the dome and this world.

She could feel her watch vibrating against her wrist once again. Then again, and before she knew it, the buzzing of the watch made her wrist ache. It buzzed like a swarm of angry bees, and Tracy knew that whatever it was, it was not good.

’You have sixty-four mails from the Goddess of magic, sighed Martha.

You missed more than seventy calls from the God of Chaos. He is not happy, added Jacob with a click of his tongue.

"I know." The gods and goddesses were losing their shit. They must be furious that she had used her own power to send these souls away when this task fell into the hands of the grim reapers. But she ignored it. Even a person with the least amount of empathy would be able to understand why she did this.

Tracy looked at the flickering flames that were simmering down. Her job here was not done, but at least she had cleansed the souls of those who were innocent. A little hiccup for Morga, but it was better than nothing.