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

in the moonlight, as though somebody had weaved

was her eyes that held the most magic.

sun. Both colors were a stark contrasty–yet they merged in perfect harmony

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

wept with stars, each tear a

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

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 snares

the ‘Dark one!

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

noble creatures, became feral and unstoppable, leaving destruction in their wake. They were stronger, faster and more

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

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

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

prophecy

and

child of both worlds shall come to

the goddess’s

for

Moonsinger would be more than just a healer; it would fulfil the ancient prophecy. Depending on Moonsinger’s choices and those seeking to covet its power, the balance lost long ago

The prophecy.

ago after the last Moonsinger died. Many had dismissed it as

something bigger, something ancient. My existence was tied to a prophecy spoken ten thousand years ago -a destiny I had unknowingly carried all my

both worlds,” I murmured, trembling.

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 opened up to me, and I was no longer just a part of it…

I was it.

I whispered internally, staring at Nymeris with awe.

voice filtered into my mind. “This

I wasn’t sure if

were chosen.” Nymeris answered. “Because you are strong

feel strong. I admitted, feeling the familiar anxious knot in my

reflection with her paw. “Look at us,

before lifting my head. My reflection rippled, the proud wolf staring back at me, exuding strength and grace. Nymeris’s amber eye glinted with determination while the white one radiated calm.

“I see…something else.”