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.”

watching anxiously. In the next instance, Lyla began to cry. Tears rolled silently

she’s crying. I

calm façade faltered. She moved closer

“This is unusual, she muttered, almost to

They’re clearly in danger. Do something” Les came to me, silently tapping on 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

tears on Lyta’s face were coming in torrents, and Miriam

over the lake. The air around us thickened, charging with energy that made the hair

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

and fell on 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

speech was not only disjointed but also, she was speaking too fast, making

stepping toward her. “Slow down! Talk

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 continued to stream down

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

her fingers were trembling so much that they gripped the edge of her gown

into her memories and in the house, we used to live in.

sighed, rubbing a hand on her temple.

motionless. Her tears refused to stop, if

coursing through my body. “She hasn’t moved. She’s been like that for too

was, her hands hovering just above her

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

eyes.

the

reaction. The lake remained still, as though it too were holding its

moved. The tears kept falling, her

of the lake, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she

happening?” I demanded hotly my voice breaking with frustration. I hated being unable to do anything

“I think she’s trapped,” she admitted. “Stuck in her memories. And if Miriam is right, the Dark One is the one manipulating

“What does that

and might be blocking her from returning. She must come back to us, it’s dangerous.”

pounding so wildly in my chest that I could hear the beating. “Fine, there’s something we can do at