Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

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.

though she hardly ever used that tone on anyone. "Don’t worry; I will free you of

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

you have seen enough, things get easier with time; after all, this was not the first example of cruelty that

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

has to

opening to another as she raised her hand and summoned a flicker of purple lightning. The sharp current flickered before catching the pulse of a familiar magic that made goosebumps break all over her skin. It was so distinct,

the dungeon that was at the far

from blood were scattered all over the place. Ancient yet not what they were taught when they were young. Someone had experimented on them, and they had done it quite crudely, without even knowing what

the pain that she had caused to her own loved ones, much less

had gone wrong with this woman, but then again, some witches had

open before they were sent flying. The entire doorway crashed and fell to the ground, reduced to