Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

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, deduced the white snowy owl.

I can see that.

"So you gave them immortality?"

"Yes, they were so hospitable… that I couldn't ignore them," she dragged her tongue over her lips. "They are such interesting creatures. So much strength and power, and yet so easy to fool. Always chasing more power… life… I was being kind by giving them what they wanted. Why blame me when they were the ones asking for it?"

Tracy wasn't even surprised by her confirmation. She 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 blood and flesh, if Morga formed a contract with the alpha of this pack, then these sacrifices of the young must have been going on for a while now. No wonder, the smell here was so strong.

If not for Inez's stupid mate who fell right into the trap, Tracy wouldn't have bothered to 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 to get caught in the fray. With Morga eyeing his royal blood— it would be difficult for her to even save that man with Morga's claws digging so deep. Would she even be able to save him in time?

No, there was no need for her to be this pessimistic. Killian was from the royal lineage of the lycans. His blood should be able to hold on until she was done dealing with this witch. She would have rescued him first, but Tracy knew that without lifting Morga's magic off this territory, it would take her longer. Not to mention this shell would escape sensing her presence.

The shifters of this territory were strong due to the woman standing in front of her. She was their devourer yet their savior.

As long as she was dead, the magic that was keeping their bodies alive would be drained off. Without the magic, these people won't be able to stay alive for long.

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

"I see so you have finally gotten over your little icky feeling that you have towards the shifters. cong—fucking—ratulations. Now we can work on that obsession of yours. The one with the siren—"

"He 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 in front of her. Her eyes flickering with annoyance as she glances at the witch.

"Does he know that he is yours? 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 stop blaming him for your warped feelings."

Morga kept at least ten paces between the two of them. She narrowed her eyes and stated, "Your jokes are not funny. I saw the vision... He was supposed to be mine but he rejected my claim, you never reject a witch, Tristana!"

"Tsk, tsk, you sound like 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 that?"

Her eyes shrank ever so slightly. "Why are you here, Tristana? Who are you going to such lengths for? Is it the Fates? I haven't done anything against them. Not yet. I played my cards safely; I knew I did. The amorphous was bound to return."

As if she would care about the fates. The Fates could never move her.

"Are you going to leave this shell on your own or shall I think of a way to destroy it for you?" Tracy spoke in a flat voice, bored even. "I know that even if I waste my effort in killing you, you know, there is no point. You have always been so infuriating… I bet you have already started channeling your aether out of this marionette that you have picked up."

A familiar and insufferable smirk hooked Morga's lips upwards. She had seen it countless times in the past. Different shells, the same rotten soul.

"You are right. Since you know that there is no point, why don't you move along then?" She hissed with a taunting note. "You have been out of action for years, Tracy. You stayed neutral even when the goddess of magic begged you to intervene. Always so stoic and cold. Even when you could have saved them, with your prophecies, you turned a blind eye to the pain of those people. So why not now? Why are you here, Tristana?"

She stepped close, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind. The distance was now getting reduced to a mere five paces now.

"You also seem to have lost your wits," Tracy stated with a sweet smile.

"At least I haven't lost my powers after staying out of action for so long," she mocked. Her voice sounded goading. "You seem to have lost your touch, Tristana. To think that someone like you… wasted so much time before she could find me."

Tracy blinked her eyes. "...Alright," She drawled. "It seems like you have officially lost it. Tell me, did that man die and then reject you all over again? Is that why you have lost a few screws? Because no one with a sane head and no fired nerves in their body would say such stupid words."

The smile on her face dropped and Tracy tilted her head to one side, rubbing the sigils with her shoes as if they were nothing but criss-crosses drawn by children. She asked, "Tell me. Which part of this entire thing told you that I have gotten weak? The part where I reduced your puppets to ashes? Found your hiding spot? Destroyed these runes that you have painted on the floor? Clearing up your messy little pets?" She sent another jolt of thunder at the python lurking behind her,reducing it to puddle of blood as if to assert her strength. "Maybe it's because of my face. But then again, I have always been on the younger side."

Morga curled her lips in a soft smirk. "But you didn't kill me; you even offered me to leave this shell." She started to circle around her now. Her pace was cautious but confident. "You were always so hot-tempered, killing and destroying everything in your wake as you liked and when you wanted. Now all of a sudden you are passing on the opportunity to kill me? That's weak. Since when did you start getting this soft, Tristana?"

Tracy chuckled, with her hands in her pockets she tipped her head to one side. "Ah, so thats what you think? You think that I am showing mercy?"