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

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Lyla & Nymeris (her wolf)

It was agony and ecstasy all at once. My vision blurred, my senses sharpening as my surroundings came alive.

When the transformation was complete, I stood on all fours, my legs trembling beneath me. I stood there momentarily, revelling in the sensation of being whole, feeling, hearing, and seeing everything.

So, this is what it means to have a wolf.

“You’re so dramatic, Lyla,” Nymeris chuckled, “Now, you owe me a run.”

Before I could formulate a coherent response, Nymeris was flying through the forest. Her paws pounded the grass as she galloped through dense trees, and every muscle in my body worked harmoniously. Her strides were long and fluid, pushing us forward with speed.

The wind was in her fur, and I revelled in the satisfaction of the run. The scents of the

forest, the wind rushing past my ears. Gosh! This is the best feeling fever.

Nymeris.

The name echoed in my mind like an ancient song, and for the first time since forever, calling her that felt like the best choice I’ve ever made. She ran, going deeper into the heart of the forest. The path twisted severally and climbed, and soon she stopped.

“This is my favourite spot,” she murmured when we arrived at a waterfall nestled in

between the White Mountains.

I gasped, staring at the beauty that greeted me. Water cascaded over Jagged rocks, shining as clear as crystal, plus the moonlight made it look like a thousand silver drops. Mist rose from the pool at its base, creating an ethereal veil that seemed to shimmer with hidden magic. It was so beautiful that I stood there, gazing through Nymeris’s eyes.

Then she pushed forward until we approached the water’s edge and gazed into it.

For the first time, I truly saw myself.

The other night, in my dream, she had hidden in the shadows, and the only thing I had seen and remembered vividly was her two–forked tail. Now, she took my breath away for the second time.

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Everything I thought I had seen that night in my dream paled compared to what I saw here in reality.

Nymeris was magnificent. Her fur was a blend of silvery white–a silver so pure it

golden hues that seemed to glow softly in the moonlight, as though somebody had weaved the light of the stars into her

magic. I thought they

white as freshly fallen snow, the other burning with the amber fire of the sun. Both colors were a stark contrasty–yet they merged in perfect harmony as

a memory stirred in my mind. This is an excerpt from what I had read in the library

night sky wept with stars, each tear a reminder of the losses that the Moon

Goddess has endured.

the night sky, and the werewolves were beloved of all creations. She watched over them for years, nurturing her children like little flowers. But even a goddess can know pain; hers came several years later when darkness threatened to consume all

the memories were as fresh as they were yesterday. The werewolves, her proudest creation–noble, fierce, and loyal, guardians of the balance between nature and the mystical forces that governed the world–suddenly fell into

the ‘Dark one!

up, and everything changed. A shadow had fallen over them, seducing them with power and freedom from the law that bound them. Helpless, she watched as her beloved children fell to the claws and fangs of each other. Those who listened to the seductive call of the ‘Dark One‘ became something twisted, forsaking her light for the wild, untamed wilderness…

leaving destruction in their wake. They were stronger, faster and more

the balance of the mythical world teetered on the brink. Desperate,

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born with the ability to calm Feral of wolves and heal with the power of its voice. The Moonsinger would become a beacon of hope, a symbol of her love and mercy, sent to guide her children back to light, and the Moonsinger would appear

grew–spreading across the plain, their strength increasing

prophecy

and

of both worlds

veins, the goddess’s power flows,

for friend

a healer; it would fulfil the ancient prophecy. Depending on Moonsinger’s choices and those seeking to covet its

The prophecy.

ago after the last Moonsinger died. Many had dismissed it as mere legend, but seeing myself now

it was something bigger, something ancient. My existence was tied

of both worlds,”

underbrush, the soft hum of

I was it.

is me,” I whispered internally, staring at Nymeris with awe.

filtered into my mind. “This is

I whispered though I wasn’t sure if I was asking Nymeris

Nymeris answered. “Because you are

feeling the familiar

with her paw. “Look at us, Lyla. Do

proud wolf staring back at me, exuding strength and grace. Nymeris’s amber eye glinted with

whispered. “I