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?”

–

“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.”

ease my growing alarm. I continued watching anxiously. In the next instance, Lyla began to cry. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks; her body trembled with an unspoken anguish.

crying. I told you something is wrong.”

closer to the edge of the water, her brows

is unusual, she muttered,

me, silently tapping on my shoulders. When I turned to him, he shook

were coming in torrents, and Miriam was shivering

The air around us thickened,

backwards, removing her band from Lyla’s hand. Her chest was heaving as if she’d just completed a marathon. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, fear was etched

“She’s she’s in her memories” she gasped, her voice was high–pitched and frantic. “I don’t know

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

barked, stepping toward her. “Slow down!

out jumbled and incoherent mixed with panic. Inside

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

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

the house, we used to live

know!” the high priestess sighed, rubbing a hand on her

standing there motionless. Her tears refused to stop, if anything, they seemed

tried to control the fearful tremors coursing through my body. “She hasn’t moved. She’s been like that for too long.

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

the priestess called gently, her voice was filled

eyes.

the

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

tears kept falling, her face was pale and damp in

the lake, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she rocked back and forth crying softly.

I hated being unable to do anything but to stand

trapped,” she admitted. “Stuck in her memories. And if Miriam is right, the

cold. “What

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

pounding so wildly in my chest that I could hear the beating. “Fine, there’s something we can do at least? Tell me… what is it? I’ll