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

that seemed to glow softly in the moonlight, as though somebody had weaved

eyes that held the most magic. I thought they were blue

other burning with the amber fire of the sun. Both colors were a stark contrasty–yet they merged in

in my mind. This is an excerpt from what I had read in the library while researching Moonsingers centuries ago.

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

Goddess has endured.

the supreme watcher of the night sky, and the werewolves were beloved of all creations. She watched over them for years, nurturing her

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

the ‘Dark one!

them, seducing them with power and freedom from the law that bound them. Helpless, she watched as her beloved children fell to the

wolves, once noble creatures, became feral and unstoppable, leaving destruction in their wake. They were stronger, faster and more brutal than ever before, cutting down even

pack–her children fell, and the balance of the mythical world

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of its voice. The Moonsinger would become a beacon of hope, a symbol

to be found. The “Dark One’s” army grew–spreading

a prophecy was

and

worlds shall come

its veins, the goddess’s power flows,

future, for friend or

Depending on Moonsinger’s choices and

The prophecy.

a prophecy given 10,000 years ago after the last Moonsinger died. Many had dismissed it as mere legend, but seeing myself now in Nymeris’s

My existence was tied to a prophecy spoken ten thousand years ago -a destiny I had

child of both worlds,” I

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

I was it.

whispered internally, staring at

filtered into my mind.

I whispered though I wasn’t sure

answered. “Because you are strong enough to bear

the familiar anxious knot in my chest. “I feel…. terrified.”

forward, nudging our reflection with her paw. “Look

at me, exuding strength and grace. Nymeris’s amber eye glinted with determination while the

I whispered. “I see…something