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

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Lyla (Nymeris) POV

Suddenly, Nymeris’s cars twitched. A faint sound a distant scratching had caught her

attention.

Without hesitation, she turned and started running in the direction of the scratch. She tore through the forest with a speed that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. As she ran, trees blurred past us, the wind howling in my ears, and then it was as if I had done

this before.

Fragments of memories flooded into my mind.

–

I saw myself two nights ago, transforming into Nymeris and racing through the forest, my heart pounding with adrenaline. And then, in the end, lying down at the same clearing where she had finally manifested.

My eyes widened in surprise literally as the realization hit me. All those mornings I had woken up in the forest looking like I had just survived a fight, it was because I had come for a run. How was this possible? How could Nymeris transform without me knowing?

“Nymeris,” I called her in my mind, trying to make sense of it. “Those mornings in the forest… it was you?”

“I tried to tell you,” she said in between gasps. “I had no other choice but to do it. Lives had to be saved.”

“Lives? What do you mean? What are you talking about? How can you transform without me knowing? Like there’s no vivid collection except waking up in the morning and finding myself lying now in the forest with my clothes dirtied and scratches all over my arms. Why didn’t you say something, at least? Do you know how worried I was?”

“Because I couldn’t communicate with you, Lyla. For some reason, I was able to act independently of you. Since you are my host, it felt as if I could make decisions to rouse you and transform, and before you ask me, I don’t have an explanation for that.”

“But…”

My question was cut short as Nymeris burst into a clearing. The light from the Moon was fading, and dawn was slowly streaking into the sky. Nymeris paused, her eyes searching the tall trees barely illuminated by the light from the moon.

Her senses were sharpened, and her body tensed immediately as their scent wafted up to us. I gasped with shock when I saw them – Feral wolves, slowing coming out of the

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body tensed immediately as their scent wafted up to us. I gasped with shock when I saw them – Feral wolves, slowing coming out of the trees. They were snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red as they

US.

dozen of them, and somehow, they looked a bit different from the ones I was used to seeing. They looked bigger, with gaunt bodies radiating an energy that

lips curled back in

began

then sank her teeth – she twisted mid–air, her powerful jaws closing around its throat,

a blur that was too fast for someone

them, using her tail to wrap one of them, sending it flying into a nearby tree. As its spine

thought they would retreat, but they charged head–on, all of them at

the small group of Ferals, positioning herself in their centre. Soon, it was a whirlwind of claws ripping through flesh, her jaws snapping down with bone–crushing force. One Feral tried to flank her, but she picked it up with her tail and slammed it

onto her hind leg, but Nymeris whipped around and crushed its skull with a bite. The battle was fierce and brutal, with Nymeris suffering minimal

my father’s funeral, and since he was a Lycan, I thought he was fast,

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clearing was silent except

ears picked up another faint scratch, and with the fluidity of an Eagle, she leapt onto one of

tackled a Trinax to the ground. Immediately, she went for its face, squashing its irregular, almost

the Trinax lay on the ground, not moving.

She sighed as the tension left her body. Not a single blood was on her fur. Aside from the scratches, she

as I stared at the dead bodies of all the Ferals. I just did

the clearing. As we reached the tree line, my breath hitched. There, close to the base

stood back, her chest heaving. I stared at the gruesome sight, my mind racing. How many

they seem to have taken note of all the places where there are no warriors stationed,” Nymeris’s voice filtered into my mind. “So, for a few days,

been fighting them?” I asked.

so you could tell anyone or bring it to the notice of the Warriors, not that they’d be able to fight the Ferals.

around everything. “So, all those nights when you transformed without my knowledge, all those wounds and body aches and all of it

what better person than me? We need

now.”

just stood there, still trying to understand everything, when