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

softly in the moonlight, as though somebody

her eyes that held the most magic. I thought they

of the sun. Both colors were a stark

memory stirred in my mind. This is an excerpt from what

stars, each tear a reminder of the losses that the

Goddess has endured.

them for years, nurturing her children like little flowers. But even a

creation–noble, fierce, and loyal, guardians of the

the ‘Dark one!

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,

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

children fell, and the balance of the mythical world teetered on the brink. Desperate, she

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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 once every thousand years.

Moonsinger was nowhere to be found. The “Dark One’s” army grew–spreading across the plain, their strength increasing like wildfire. Slowly, the memories

prophecy was given:

and Golden Sun unite,

worlds shall

veins, the

the future, for friend or

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

The prophecy.

was a prophecy given 10,000 years ago after the last Moonsinger died. Many had dismissed

wasn’t just about my wolf awakening; it was something bigger, something ancient. My existence was tied to a prophecy spoken ten

the child of both worlds,” I murmured, trembling.

reeled as I stood there, trying to get used to everything. I could hear the faint rustle of leaves miles away, the scurry of every insect in the underbrush, the soft hum of the mountains and the forest itself. It was as if the world had

I was it.

me,” I whispered internally, staring at Nymeris with

into my mind. “This is

I wasn’t sure if I was asking

Nymeris answered. “Because you are strong enough to bear

admitted, feeling the familiar anxious knot in

with her paw. “Look at us, Lyla.

the proud wolf staring back at me, exuding strength and grace.

“I see…something else.”