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.”

In the next instance, Lyla began

snapped “Look she’s crying. I told you something is wrong.”

faltered. She moved closer

concentration. “This is unusual, she muttered,

him, he shook his head and indicated that I shouldn’t say anything

coming in torrents, and Miriam

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

was heaving as if she’d just completed a marathon. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, fear was etched on every line of her

the bank of the lake, shivering. “She’s she’s in her memories” she gasped, her voice was high–pitched and frantic. “I don’t know how but the Dark One is there

too fast, making it difficult

“Slow down! Talk to me! speak clearly!”

but her words came out jumbled and incoherent mixed with panic. Inside the lake, Lyla still stood there unmoving as tears continued

what you saw. Hysterics won’t help us to solve anything. Can

trembling so much that they gripped the edge of her gown until her knuckles

way into her memories and in the house, we used to live in. The was there, it seems,

the high priestess sighed, rubbing a hand on

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

do something, Priestess,” I tried to control the fearful tremors coursing through my body.

hands hovering just above her shoulders as she spoke softly, urging her to open her eyes.

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

eyes.

with the

lake remained still, as though it too

tears kept falling, her

sat on the bank of the lake, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she rocked

breaking with frustration. I hated being unable to do anything but to stand there and watch. “Why isn’t it working?

“I think she’s trapped,” she admitted. “Stuck in her

blood ran cold. “What does

and might be blocking her from returning. She must come back to

that I could hear the beating. “Fine, there’s something we can do at least?