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

132 Reuniting with the Dark One…

Ramsey

I’ve never trusted in the supernatural. I was not a big believer of the Moon Goddess nor the Universe but I could feel an unease settle all over my body, spreading to every part of my body.

I didn’t know if it was the stillness of the evening or the way that it seemed like the wind wasn’t moving but something didn’t feel right. I could sense it.

Where I stood at the lake’s bank, my gaze alternating between Lyla and Miriam as they stood. Knee–deep in the shimmering water. The evening had grown darker, the moon casting its pale glow over the surface of the lake.

The High Priestess had stopped chanting and the lake was too quiet.

Lenny moved closer to me; his voice low as he muttered. “I just received word from one of the Generals, that one of the Werewolf Pack is under attack by Ferals. Although they’re doing everything to quell it, it’s getting severe.”

I nodded absently, still gazing at the two figures in the lake. “How far is the Werewolf pack from

us?”

“About two hours, Lenny replied.

“Send them some reinforcements. Those warriors with those weapons from Blue Ridge should be among too. Just a few of them reach out to Alpha Nathan in the morning requesting for more warriors that can operate the weapons. Okay?”

He nodded and returned to his former position as he prepared to send the mindlink. I turned my attention back to the figures in the lake. From where I stood, I could see Lyla’s face clearly and suddenly, I noticed her expression was what it was moments ago.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips quivering and her hands clutching Miriam’s was filled with desperation. Even Miriam who seemed composed at first, looked strained. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her body was trembling slightly as if she was caught in a nightmare.

My stomach churned with unease as I approached the priestess. “Something is wrong. They look. terrified,

The priestess turned toward him. “What do you mean?”

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“Look at her at both of them,” I said gesturing toward Lyla. “Her face is twisted in fear and Miriam doesn’t look any better. This isn’t normal right?”

The priestess studied them for a moment, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I can see it doo,” she finally admitted. “But don’t worry, they must have encountered a distant memory. The cleansing process often brings to light shadows of the past.”

alarm. I continued watching anxiously. In the next instance, Lyla began to cry. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks; her body trembled

crying. I told you something

moved closer to the edge

is unusual,

my shoulders. When I turned to him, he shook his head and indicated that I shouldn’t say anything else. Sighing. I moved away from the priestess and began to pace as I watched the

Lyta’s face were coming in torrents, and Miriam was shivering too.

her hands moved in intricate patterns over the lake. The air around us thickened, charging with energy that made

flew open, wide with terror. She stumbled backwards, removing her band from Lyla’s hand. Her chest was heaving as if she’d just completed

memories” she gasped, her voice was high–pitched and frantic.

not only disjointed but also, she was speaking too fast, making it difficult for us to understand her words.

“Slow down! Talk to

breathing was erratic. She tried again but her words came out jumbled and incoherent mixed with panic. Inside the lake, Lyla still stood there unmoving as tears

firm but unkind tone. “Calm down and tell us what you saw. Hysterics won’t help us to solve anything.

trembling so much that they gripped the edge of her gown

into her memories and in the house, we used to live in. The was there, it seems, waiting for her. It’s so really…. this

sighed,

to Lyla who was still standing there motionless. Her tears refused to stop, if anything, they seemed

have to do something, Priestess,” I tried to control the fearful tremors coursing through my body. “She hasn’t moved. She’s been like that for too long. Do something, please!”

entered the water. She waded gently to where Lyla was, her hands hovering just above her shoulders as she spoke softly, urging her to open her eyes.

the priestess called gently, her voice was filled with authority. “Come

eyes.

the

series of incantations. Still, there was no reaction. The lake remained still, as though it too

kept falling, her face was pale and damp in the

tightly around herself as she rocked back and

voice breaking with frustration. I hated being unable to do anything but to stand there and watch.

after a while, her face etched with worry. “I think she’s trapped,” she admitted. “Stuck in her memories. And if Miriam

blood ran cold. “What does

be blocking her from returning. She must come back to

hear the beating. “Fine, there’s something we