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

55 The awakening song…

Lyla

A few minutes later I was dressed in the ceremonial outfit.

The clothes looked unexpectedly good on me. I met Xander at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes glowing with adoration as I came down.

“You look so beautiful!” he sighed, reaching for my hand.

I smiled at him and allowed him to lead me towards his car. We drove in silence. I was trying to formulate an escape plan by trying to remember the road, using houses, trees or whatever my brain can remember as landmarks.

Finally, we arrived at what looked like an abandoned warehouse. He guided me towards a hidden entrance and we started descending into what looked like an underground tunnel. The walls were lined with flickering torches. The air was damp and thick with an unfamiliar scent that made my skin crawl. As we walked deeper into the tunnel, my anxiety grew.

I had no idea was awaited me at the end of this path but strangely, every step felt familiar. Like, I’ve done this before. You know that hazy feeling you get but your brain cannot remember? Yes! That’s the onc.

When we finally emerged from the tunnel, my eyes widened in shock. The space we had entered was large, like an underground Cathedral. The ceiling stretched high above, disappearing into. darkness and it was filled with more people than I could count.

They all seemed to notice Xander’s presence at once because they suddenly turned and in unison bowed their heads in reverence, but none of them paid me any attention which I liked or maybe not. They were humans clearly, and I was hoping I could get them to help me but… their loyalty was to someone else already.

I leaned toward Xander. “Who are all these people?” I whispered, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“They’re recruits,” Xander explained softly, with pride in his eyes and his hand resting on the small of my back. “They’re humans willing to join me in creating a new world. But they can’t fully join yet. I mean, they’ll go through training like the ones before them but they cannot transform yet. Only you can give them the ability to shift into their wolf forms.”

My heart pounded in my chest. Xander wanted to make humans, Wolves? Was that even possible?

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*If Werewolves can take up their nature become humans, they can also become your kind,” he explained as if sensing my doubt.

“But out of all the mythical creatures, why did you choose us? I mean, you could have gone for Vampires…”

“Too messy!” he scoffed. “They have a lot of allergies and are not easily adaptable. Perhaps we can admit them in our new world but I intend to wipe them off the face of the earth. It’s no use.”

The awakening song…

hard. “You… You want

know, Werewolves have the balance I want and need from Mythical creatures. They’re closer to the Moon Goddess and easier to be turned into anything. Once they become like the Ferals,

what to say.

into werewolves and then wiping

tell me that it would create an unbalance in the universe but the man beside me, didn’t seem to be considering that and he

of doors. Xander pushed them open, revealing a Moonlit

if, if I stood on my toes, I could really touch it – bathing everything in its silver glow. There was a circle of standing stones with one large stone in the middle of it that looked like it could

symbols, I

called the Astral Moon or as the Humans call it – the Gemini Moon.

his, and fast. I could. make out

something in the

Now!” he turned to me, taking both of my hands in his. “I know this all feels strange but in time you’ll come to realize that doing this

happen afterwards?” I asked, looking for a way to delay him while I think of an

me.”

the ceremony. Now come!” he pulled me towards

followed him

led me towards the centre of the stones. With a flick of his hand, a glowing light appeared lighting all the

that tugged at my mind as the glow of the light heightened. With Xander and the Ferals lurking

awakening

ethereal glow. Xander turned to me, his expression soft yet determined.

to where I stood and removed my robe,

bite marks on my neck. I moaned, suddenly forgetting that I was supposed

lurking around in the bush, I felt warmth course through my body…an excitement that I only feel during my heat. Yet, it wasn’t even my heat. I

fiddling and touching every part of my body

backwards from me. I was already riled up, panting and wondering why he stopped. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small piece

said, his voice low and hoarse, “I need you to sing this.” He handed me the parchment, his fingers lingering for a

words were written in symbols but somehow, I could

deep, a whisper calls,