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

to glow softly in the moonlight, as though somebody

the most magic. I thought

burning with the amber fire of the sun. Both colors were a stark contrasty–yet they merged in perfect harmony as I stared at her

what

tear a reminder

Goddess has endured.

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

and loyal, guardians of the balance between nature and the mystical

the ‘Dark one!

children fell to the claws and fangs of each other. Those who listened to the seductive call of the ‘Dark One‘ became

They were

after pack–her children fell, and the balance of the mythical world teetered on the brink.

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The Moonsinger would become a beacon of hope, a symbol of her love and mercy, sent to guide her children back to light, and

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

prophecy was given:

Wolf and Golden Sun

worlds shall

its veins, the goddess’s power flows,

future, for friend or

ancient prophecy. Depending on Moonsinger’s choices and those seeking to covet its power, the balance

The prophecy.

Many had dismissed it as mere legend, but seeing myself now in Nymeris’s form, the truth glared at

wolf awakening; it was something bigger, something ancient. My existence was tied to a prophecy spoken ten thousand

of both worlds,” I murmured,

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 opened up to me, and I was no longer just a

I was it.

whispered internally, staring at Nymeris

filtered into my mind. “This is us.”

whispered though I wasn’t sure if

answered. “Because you are strong

feeling the familiar anxious

her paw. “Look at us, Lyla. Do you see

reflection rippled, the proud wolf staring back at me, exuding

whispered. “I see…something