Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 371: Chaos (II)

"And what did you mean by that she had opened a research lab? Since when did witches start to experiment?" Dominic asked, his eyes staring at her and his beta. From the twitch of his brows, it was quite clear that he found his actions pathetically cowardly and humiliating.

"I never said that she did experiments with reports and chemicals. When I say research experiments, it means magical experiments. They don’t need the knowledge of science for that; just their twisted beliefs are enough," explained Tracy.

No one asked her to elaborate on what she meant by magical experiments. See? They were really smart. She liked smart guys.

Tracy continued to walk even further, and just as she turned left, she realised that there was something wrong. Before, when she came to this labyrinth, she could hear the soft whimpers of those mutated bodies, but now—it was too quiet. The stretching silence brought a kind of stillness in the corridors of the labyrinth.

It was too quiet.

Tracy felt her heart jump to her throat. A cold, old and familiar feeling started to creep up her spine. A sensation that she had felt centuries ago, but it was so strong and vivid that she still remembered it. It had been so many years. Strictly speaking, she shouldn’t be scared of this silence, as she had faced it more than once, but she was. She was scared of it.

This wasn’t peace; this was something ugly.

all wait here," Tracy told the men, realising that there was no point in them following

Dominic began, but

lab. However, the sound of hurried steps behind her told her that these shifters were really bad at following commands. Bad

it past the countless corridors and arrive at the big research lab, which had those cylindrical vessels with mutated bodies

now they were

happened here was nothing less than a one-sided massacre. They were not even given a chance to escape, which was simply pathetic on the part of

smaller than the rest, even though she was the biggest. Two heads were now staring back at her. Both of them pressed against the glass with their eyes wide in horror at what they saw before their death. Mess of blood and flesh filled their prison, without giving them a chance to even breathe. The only good thing that could have been possible

was what

had stayed dormant all these years, it rushed to the surface all at once. She could feel the searing hot rage burning within her veins. It made her tremble and shake. And the aether in

the fury that was slipping past her control in restraints. But it was not easy. It was chaotic, wild

death much more peaceful than this and could have asked them what they wanted at the end of their time, instead of letting them die in such a terrible way. It was her fault. She decided that these

was her fault.

had told this

she had