Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 198: Another Shifter Disappeared

Killian raised his hand and pinched the space between his brows. "Are you sure that the pup went missing around the border of the territory and no one took him away from there?"

"We have traced the surveillance cameras as many times as possible," said Ajax. "However, we cannot find anyone other than the child."

"Call a witch hunter," Killian breathed out as he dropped his hand. "Ask him to hunt for sigils around the borders. Maybe the last time those dark witches trespassed the land, they were here for more than just trying to hunt our pack down."

Ajax nodded, understanding what he was trying to tell him. He said to Killian, "I will contact Third Eye. He will be perfect for the job."

"You do that."

A sharp knock was heard from the other side of the door.

"Come in." Killian didn’t bother to look up from the recordings that he was watching on the screen. More and more videos had popped up on the NMH site, and though Killian was yet to find out the reason behind these violent videos, he was sure of one thing. This site was a way to boost the morale of the other witches and wizards.

As he read through the comments on the videos, he could see that these videos motivated and egged other witches to commit violence on shifters. It was like a cult. The only difference was that it had moved to a virtual one.

Laxus stepped inside the office and glanced at Ajax. "I heard from Nyx that you sent her roses. Since when did you become so romantic, Jax?"

"Since you started handing out chocolates," Ajax deadpanned, and the smile on Laxus’s face dropped.

Killian, on the other hand, beamed. Sensing gossip, he turned to look at his two enforcers. "My... my... it seems like love is in the air. Two enforcers fighting for one woman. Should I arrange for a duel to the death for you two? The winner can get Nyx."

"I would rather slit my throat here and now," said Laxus as he sat down on the couch at the corner of the office.

Ajax shot him a rather fierce look, like he was about to take a chunk out of the man’s throat. "Don’t take the words right out of my mouth. What am I supposed to say?"

"Tell him that you would rather be fucked by a man."

"No. I am not going to be fucked by a man, but I can fuck you—if you are so interested in where I put my length."

"I am not."

"You have a rather poor way to show that."

Killian chuckled. "Seems like Nyx is feeling unloved once again. Who did she tell this to?"

"Inez and Selene," Laxus scowled and replied. "Why don’t you tell Selene that I never sent those chocolates to Nyx?"

"It will work better if you say it on your own. I am neither your assistant nor your bitch."

Laxus’s scowl deepened, but the man didn’t say anything further.

"It seems like her insecurities have flared up once again. In the past, it was just Selene, but now she is going after Inez too..." Killian hummed. "Did you give her a warning?"

"I did." Laxus rubbed his hands down his face. "But you know her—she will stay in her line for two days before losing it all over again. Sometimes I wonder if that girl has a brain or not."

"She does. It just works in the wrong way."

**

The next morning, Inez arched her arms over her head. Having submitted the design that she was going to use for her competition, she felt relieved. There was something about doing what one liked. She stepped out of the room and went to the kitchen, and just as she pressed the buttons of the coffee machine and the delicious hum started to echo in the silent lodge, the front door opened.

Killian strolled inside, looking worn out and tired. He had been carrying this look ever since the rare shifters started to disappear.

The pack too. Even though everyone kept on with their duties without showing much change on their faces, Inez could feel that they were nervous. There was a subtle change in the air, and something told her it was not good.

"Another kidnapping?" Inez asked softly. She took the first cup of coffee to Killian, sensing that he needed it more than she did. Even if he couldn’t taste it, at least he could get the caffeine in his system.

"Yes," Killian replied. He took the coffee mug with a grateful expression before sitting down on the couch. "We think that it’s the work of the witches. They must have drawn a sigil when we were not paying attention. One that works as a portal or something else."

He took a sip of the coffee and sighed. "We have called a witch hunter. He is the only one who can trace the sigil and erase it. Fucking witches and their sorcery."

He looked so tired that Inez felt almost sorry for what was happening to him.

"Do you have any ideas why this is happening?" She asked.

"Many," Killian replied with his head thrown at the back of the couch. He looked agitated, as if he was this close to losing his temper but was holding it all in because he wished to keep things under control before he lost his shit. "However, none even close. I cannot understand their patterns. It’s like it’s dancing within my reach, but every time I get close, it slips because the pattern changes abruptly."

"It’s annoying." He sighed.

Inez didn’t understand a damn thing he was trying to tell her. The only thing she understood was that there was something going on, and no one had any idea. The disappearance of these rare shifters – she was worried that it was more than just entertainment. noveldrama

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably before asking, "Now what?"