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

143 The vision…

Lyla

I left the training ground and wandered back to the Packhouse.

As soon as I reached, my steps slowed when a familiar scent reached me–it was Ramsey’s. What was he doing back to the Packhouse this carly? He usually came back every night and not in the evening.

Curiously, I followed his scent until it stopped at a partially open door that was Ramsey’s den. I opened the door slowly without making a sound. Pecking inside, I saw him.

He was slumped in a chair, his head resting on his right hand sleeping. Although his expression looked peaceful, I could see how exhausted he was. Dark circles framed his closed eyes and his shoulders were sagged in a way I’d never seen before.

I hesitated at the door. I should leave right and let him sleep. This was the first time I was seeing him since I came to his pack. I knew he was avoiding me because of Cassidy, but still… thinking about it made me sad.

Sighing. I turned to leave, but something tugged at my heart. At the vulnerability on his face. He’d cramp or worse, develop pain in his neck if I let him sleep in that position. Against my better judgment, I pushed the door wider and entered, trying to walk as stealthily as I could.

When I reached his chair, I found the lever and lowered it backwards, then nuzzled him into the lowered chair. He didn’t stir for once. Confirming he was still alive and breathing, I threw a blanket I saw on the couch in his office over him, and supported his head on both sides with the throw pillows I saw on the couch too.

I stood back, satisfied with what I did. I stared at him for a moment, fighting the powerful urge to touch him. To tuck, the wisps of hair on his face behind his ears. It wouldn’t be right. If Nathan should hear of it, it might offend him, and I didn’t want him to think I was having doubts about

us.

Deciding I’ve had enough of his pretty face, I turned to leave.

A searing pain exploded through my chest. I gasped, groaning, clutching at my chest as the

world around me blurred.

I saw at least a dozen Ferals charging towards the Southern Border of the White Moon Pack, followed closely by a Trinax. Their claws and teeth glinted in the pale light as they advanced.

When I opened my eyes, my chest was heaving with fear and Ramsey was holding me, worry etched into every line of his face.

“Lyla?” he asked. “What happened? Are you hurt? Should I call Miriam or the Priestess?”

I shook my head, my breath coming in short bursts. “No… I saw something,” I said, looking around. “Oh… it was so real, but I think it’s a vision.

one swift motion, taking me to the couch. “You need to lie down; you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. I’ll get the Priestess and

143 The vision

as he placed me on the chair,

Ferals. At least two dozen of them. They had their Trinax with them

felt him hesitate as he stared at me with uncertainty. “I’ve not received any reports

you don’t listen to me and do as

will die!”

feet and started pacing. “The warriors have them approach from a narrow path at the Northwest. Silver–tipped spears. Mountain ash arrows, no modern

are at least a century old. We cannot possibly

grabbing his collar. “I don’t have the slightest idea what I’m saying, but I’m just saying it as it is in my mind. It’s like a voice

“I’ll send a mind link

shaking my legs. A few minutes later, Lenny and the Gamma appeared. I wasted no time telling them exactly what to use and about

spinning with the intensity of the vision and there was this familiar tingling… the one I

like my heart would burst out of my chest at any second, I left my room and went in search of Mother Liora. As I raised my hand to knock on her door, it opened and Nanny emerged. She was

met–there was still tension from the slight argument we had

here?” she asked

Liora. There’s something I

thing?” she asked flatly.

Then it’s as if I knew what to do. The right weapons, how they should attack and all. I’ve already informed Ramsey about what to do, but still I feel uneasy. Like something else is happening to me. None of the books I read

quietly, “And you can’t see Mother right now.

for

told me to adways come to her whenever something

appone, I

Nanny replied

fragile. This would only burden ber unessary. Since you’ve told Ramsey what to do, rest easy and forget about it. Nothing will happen

your clairvoyance to her eliber. Stick to whatever it is Moonsingers do. No one should know

I nodded, still unable

moved away from the room, and 1 followed ber

wrong with me having these visions? Am I not