Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 339: Clash of Witches

Morga scrambled backwards, her claws dragging on the floor as she eyed Tracy warily. "You speak as if you have never shed blood. By the way, why are you interfering now? did you not swear that you shall never intervene in the matters of the shifters and the witches? Centuries of silence and now you are suddenly appearing out of thin air? What got into your panties?"

"You don’t have the authority to question me, Morga." Tracy snapped her fingers and a small puddle of water appeared under her feet; it trickled and frothed before washing away the blood sigils drawn on the floor. The symbols hissed like countless snakes before disappearing into thin air. "Now, where is your body?" she raised her head and looked at the figure of the thin girl. "I know as a matter of fact that this is not your true body; you are way too sly and cautious. You will never disclose yourself so easily unless you have another nice, tricky escape plan waiting for you."

The witch laughed, her laugh like nails scratching on the blackboard. It had always been annoying and unpleasant, just like the rotten heart that she carried within her chest.

"Perhaps you are forgetting that you no longer hold any authority over me, Tristana. We are not students, and our teacher is not here. You cannot demand answers from me and expect me to tell you the truth."

"Then tell me, why are you here... this question is simple enough for you to understand with that little IQ you have?" Tracy looked down at her nails, clicking her tongue when she noticed that they were chipped at odd angles. "I don’t see any reason for you to come and bother these shifters."

She laughed again, higher this time. "I assure you that I was no bother. They were quite happy and ...hospitable once I told them that I can give them what they wanted."

Tracy grimaced, realizing that Morga had been hiding chunks of her soul, making promises and handing temptations to the weak, like the alpha of the Silver Dawn pack.

The last time the two of them met, Tracy had destroyed her body but she couldn’t destroy the pieces of this woman’s soul that she hid away right before the shell that she was occupying exploded sending blood and flesh all over the land.

Rebuilding her strength must have taken years; maybe that was why Inez was able to grow up. If not for the grudge this woman was carrying against her mother, Morga would have killed Inez when she was a baby.

She has gotten stronger,

the white snowy

I can see that.

you gave them

much strength and power, and yet so easy to fool. Always chasing more power...

had already suspected this much ever since she found the traces of dark magic around this territory. But it still made her disgusted. No wonder this place reeked of

deal with this pack. They had already ruined themselves to the ground. Saving them was futile and a waste of effort. But Killian just had

she was done dealing with this witch. She would have rescued him first, but Tracy knew that without lifting Morga’s magic off this

were strong due to the woman standing in front of

magic that was keeping their bodies alive would be drained off. Without the magic, these people won’t be able to stay alive

stepped past the sigils that were drawn on the floor, destroying them bit

little icky feeling that you have towards the shifters. cong—fucking—ratulations. Now we can work on that obsession of

is mine!" She hissed. Her voice reverberating through the entire structure. Rubble and dirt fell off the roof and Tracy had to raise her hand and wave it

The last time I saw him, he was running away from you like a little rabbit running from a wolf. He has no feelings for you, Morga... you need to

them. She narrowed her eyes and stated, "Your jokes are not funny. I

a sixteen-year-old." Tracy made a face and mimicked the woman. "You never reject a witch’s claim. Gosh," she rolled her eyes. "Who cares, woman? This big of a tantrum just because you were rejected by a man? That’s totally not cool; do you know

"Why are you here, Tristana? Who are you going to such lengths for? Is it the Fates? I haven’t done anything