The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

Chapter 11: Finally, freedom!

Lyla

“You’ll be fine, Lyla,” I muttered to myself. “You will go back to before… before you met him… before the gala, before everything. You’ll be fine. You don’t need him… you don’t need them…” my voice cracked but I kept walking.

I was free, yes, but nowhere felt like home anymore.

Going back to Blue Ridge – to my pack wasn’t even an option, my parents would kill me before they let me spend a night under their roof. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I sniffed them back…none of my problems have ever been solved by crying.

I crossed to the side of the road, noting a lot of people walking towards the White gate. Most of them were either injured and were supported by people or lying down in some transport. I felt fear seep into my heart for a minute…

If Ramsey was right about the Feral wolves, was it really safe for me to be leaving? Especially as I had no wolf. Feral wolves were once werewolves, but they lost their humanity, and they could not be reasoned with. If I stumbled upon one, I was as good as dead.

I hesitated for a minute, turning back to look at the white gates, half-expecting to see Ramsey running towards me, but I would be foolish to think that was possible. Taking in a deep breath, I turned and continued down the path.

At this point, I didn’t care if I would walk the entire way to the human world… I just wanted to leave. I wish I could undo everything, to return to the moments when I was just the unwanted wolfless girl – at least it was a lesser pain compared to what I feel now. I walked faster, my pace matching the pounding of my heart.

I walked for what felt like hours, refusing to think, allowing my feet to lead me. Slowly, I left the protective terrain of the White Moon Mountains and ventured deeper into the thick forest. I had barely noticed; I was too lost in my thoughts.

I paused for a minute and took stock of my surroundings. I was in a forest, filled with thick trees that were so tall that they blocked the sun’s rays. A shiver ran down my spine, as every instinct in me screamed for me to turn back. A fearful premonition suddenly filled me… my heart began to race… it was as if I knew something was about to happen – something bad. I spun on my heel, ready to retrace my steps but it was too late.

me. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of these strange wolves circling me. They were not rogues – they looked too clean to be rogues. Aside from the star-shaped mark on their forehead,

not snarling or trying

a moment, they stared at me… and I stared

“So, I think I am lost and I’m sorry for

a sound. They all remained in their positions, eyes fixed on

half-expecting anyone to show up but that was not possible. I was too far from any pack. Even if I decide to make a dash for it… I wouldn’t go far. I just had

don’t want anything from me. I am poor and broke and

wolf, clearly their leader, hung back and was watching me. There was something about his

barely above a whisper. “Just let me go

panicked and tried to move faster only for my heel to catch an exposed root. I tumbled to the ground,

I cried out suddenly raising my hands at them. I saw them pause and for a flitting moment, I saw fear flash in their eyes. All seven of them. It was as if they expected me to do

on my hands and knees. “I have no pack, no family to mourn me if I die. Please, just let

with an intelligence that chilled me to my core. These were not rogues – it was clear they weren’t driven by hunger or desperation. There was purpose behind their actions

in on myself as the circle of the

I shut my eyes, bracing myself

my voice

the back of my throat. I waited for

their faces and mine too. I spun around hoping to see who my savior was but it was