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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with shock when I saw them – Feral wolves, slowing coming out of the

US.

least a 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 was capable

circle her. Her lips curled back in a snarl as a

they began to attack.

as one would a pup and then sank her teeth – she twisted mid–air, her powerful jaws closing around its throat, snapping its bones with ease. A

charged from her left, but Nymeris spun, raking her claws across its face in a blur that was too fast for someone like me

using her tail to wrap one of them, sending it flying into a nearby tree. As its spine shattered, she closed her jaw around the skull of the second one

at moment, I honestly thought they would retreat, but they

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 to the

with a bite. The battle was fierce and brutal, with Nymeris suffering minimal bites and scratches here and there, but her strength was unmatched. Her movements were impossibly fast and fluid.

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

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the Ferals fell until the clearing was silent except for the sound

and with the fluidity of an Eagle, she

ground. Immediately, she went for its

was done – the Trinax lay

as if she was expecting more Ferals, but after a few minutes, nothing happened. She sighed as the tension left her body. Not a single blood was on her fur. Aside from the scratches, she looked like she’d just

I just did that – me and my wolf. How I

towards the edge of the clearing. As we reached the tree line, my breath hitched. There, close to the

stared at the gruesome sight,

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

been fighting them?” I

the Warriors, not that they’d be able to fight the Ferals. Anyways… we need

those nights when you transformed without my knowledge, all those wounds and body aches and all of it was because you were fighting Ferals?”

and what better person than me? We need to

now.”

understand