"And what did you an by that she had opened a research lab? Since when did witches start to experint?" 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 experints with reports and chemicals. When I say research experints, it ans magical experints. 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 ant by magical experints. 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 sothing wrong. Before, when she ca 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 rembered 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 sothing ugly.
"You all wait here," Tracy told the n, realising that there was no point in them following her.
"But—" Dominic began, but she was not listening.
Grabbing Veronica by the back of her collar, she dragged the woman to the lab. However, the sound of hurried steps behind her told her that these shifters were really bad at following commands. Bad dogs.
It didn’t take long for them to make it past the countless corridors and arrive at the big research lab, which had those cylindrical vessels with mutated bodies that would have looked better off dead.
And now they were indeed dead.
The liquid inside had turned blood red, and the bodies had been torn apart. Limbs, head and torso floated in the water. The scene revealed that whatever 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 the person behind this.
Tracy slowly made her way toward the little girl whose body had been morphed into sothing inhumane. Her prison was 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. ss of blood and flesh filled their prison, without giving them a chance to even breathe. The only good thing that could have been possible in this situation was that they died too swiftly.
If that was what happened.
Tracy could feel sothing ancient stir within her. Like hot bubbling lava that 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 air started to hum, responding to her anger. Magical slips caused more and more aether to escape from her control, mingling together with the dark aether.
She clenched her teeth hard. Trying to stop the scream from escaping past her lips. She tried hard to contain and tie the fury that was slipping past her control in restraints. But it was not easy. It was chaotic, wild and everything that Tracy couldn’t even think of at the mont.
All of a sudden, the guilt, self-loathing and the consequences of her actions started to press on her heart. She could have saved these people, but she didn’t. Even though she knew that they were going to die, she could have given them a death much more peaceful than this and could have asked them what they wanted at the end of their ti, instead of letting them die in such a terrible way. It was her fault. She decided that these people were not her responsibility, as they were shifters and she had nothing to do with them. She had left them in the care of the lycan heir, and that had led to this tragedy.
It was her fault. All her fault.
If she had told this matter to Killian soon.
If she had co here sooner.
But she didn’t, and now she was looking at the consequences of her actions.
Her aether continued to scatter along the do as it started to taste every fragnt of the magic left behind in the building after the carnage, and yet she could find nothing other than the ragged edges of the magic. She was too late. Morga had cleaned herself way too cleanly; even if she wanted to drag her arse to the realm of magic, Tracy knew that it was impossible. She couldn’t do it, not without any evidence. And even if she did catch that bitch—would the lives of these innocent souls return?
Calm down; your aether is getting out of control.
If you continue like this, then I am afraid that you will end up being the one getting hauled to the court of divinities.
Martha and Jacob spoke in a hurried manner. She knew that the two spirits were correct; if she didn’t control her aether, the goddess of magic wouldn’t like it. The dinging of her watch was enough to let her know that she was walking on thin ice, and yet she couldn’t control her temper.
Blood, so much blood—blood of the innocents. Damn it. Not a single drop of blood was on the floor, but the chaos inside the glass vessel was enough to make Tracy close to eruption.
Morga.
You’d better not fall into my hands.
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