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

169 The Trance I

Miriam (07

I would not let Jeremy’s bitterness and hatred tear me apart. I have spent too long living with regret, but Lyla’s future was still unwritten. I would fight for my daughter’s happiness no matter what it took.

It was already evening, and I headed towards the bonfire area, where many young people were gathered. When I reached there, I spotted Lyla and Nathan laughing together near the flames.

Lyla’s face lit up with joy as she spoke, her hands gesturing animatedly – Clarissa was there too and Nathan watched her with a soft smile, his eyes filled with adoration.

For a moment, my heart swelled with pride and hope. Maybe Jeremy was wrong. Maybe Lyla and Nathan could find happiness together despite everything.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing in the shadows, watching two of them.

It was Ramsey.

My heart sank as I watched the way his eyes followed Lyla, filled with a mixture of longing and

SOTTOW.

I knew then that Jeremy’s fears weren’t entirely unfounded.

Secrets and old wounds had a way of resurfacing, and the past was never truly buried.

As I watched, the young people talking around the fire, Terra’s words and Jeremy’s words took turns flitting into my mind. While Terra’s words filled me with guilt and defiance, Jeremy’s words. scared the shit out of me.

I couldn’t imagine, Lyla going through another phase of heartbreak. The mere thought of it breaks my heart. I just lingered at the edge of the clearing where the bonfire was watching them since I didn’t know what to do.

From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of a Blue Ridge delegation. I know because he was wearing the pack’s plaid. But something was different.

This time, a chill ran down my spine as I watched the figure moving towards Lyla and Nathan- someone I hadn’t seen before.

The man’s presence was subtle, almost too subtle, but my instincts screamed at me to pay attention. I couldn’t place him, but something about him felt…wrong.

Before I could dwell on it further, a soft voice broke through my thoughts..

“Miriam.”

approaching me with

I asked,

“The Harvest Moon has

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but I kept my face

hope so,” she said. “For

I turned to face her now, “The only reason why I’m still being polite to you is because you’re my friend but you should know your boundaries. Stop meddling, I don’t appreciate it.” Terra stared at me for a few seconds then shook her head. “Anyways, they need you.

“And why is that? To gloat that Jemima is a better replacement

Terra said quietly. “It’s Mother

to her, trying not to show the fear that crept into my heart at the information. “What’s wrong with

and we’re trying to wake her up because a high priestess needs to open the Harvest Moon Festival. They’ve

into my mind. If the dream would come true… the chances of Mother Liora waking up from the trance was tiny. But I couldn’t voice that out. Each High priestess had a gift… For Mother Liora, she had insights into seeing things that have happened

of Jemima?” I asked

the silver mark can orchestrate any Harvest Moon and these are delicate times, the

can’t, Terra,” I shook my head. “I’m not ready to…”

sake!” Terra snapped. “Do you want us to cancel the Harvest Moon? The moon will be up anytime soon and we aren’t even ready. For once in your life, can

turned on her heel and started walking away. I stared at her retreating back, sighing deeply. Remembering the strange man I saw, I quickly turned

was gazing intently at

that he wanted to give me an earful which I’ve managed to avoid since I arrived at White Moon Pack but it was

my gaze and began to walk away when I noticed someone was standing directly behind. me. I froze when I realized it was that strange man I had

169 The Trance

to walk away when I noticed someone was standing directly behind. me. I froze when I realized it was that strange man I had seen earlier. Up close, his face was

I made to brush past him when his hands shot out and grabbed my arm pulling me back. I staggered backwards; my lips pressed into a thin

is that

said quietly. His voice was

me to hear the words clearly.

off my arm, glaring at him. “Who are

touch me?”

producing a throaty sound. “I ask you again,” the man

could possibly mean but I

you would miss out on? You’ve always hated to be confined… would you want to spend your life confined in the walls of that temple – no fun, no booze and no man, the man let out a known chuckle “You like your men