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."
