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.”

see Terra approaching me with a serious expression

I asked,

quietly. “The Harvest Moon has a way of

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I kept my face neutral.

so,” she said. “For Lyla’s sake, and yours.”

the first time,” I sighed. “One more time and it would be pure nagging. C’mon, girl…” 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

Jemima is a better replacement for me

quietly. “It’s Mother

I turned to her, trying not to show the fear that crept

up because a high priestess needs to open the Harvest Moon Festival. They’ve tried everything they can but she’s not responding. So, they need

in the early hours of today flitting 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,

Jemima?” I asked

silver mark can orchestrate any Harvest Moon and these are delicate times, the Priestesses have all agreed that more than ever, things need to be done in

shook my head.

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 you just do as

at her retreating back, sighing deeply. Remembering the strange man I saw, I quickly turned back to check on him but he was nowhere. to be

was gazing intently at

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

I froze when I realized it was that strange man I had seen earlier. Up close, his face was

169 The Trance

behind. me. I froze when I realized it

his ominous presence was affecting me, I made to brush past him when his hands shot out and grabbed my arm pulling me back. I staggered backwards;

heck is that for?”

quietly. His voice was distorted, making it difficult

to hear

my arm, glaring at him. “Who

touch me?”

laughed, producing a throaty sound. “I ask you again,” the man said. “Who will

my brain put together what he could possibly mean but I

you want to go back to serving as a High Priestess? Imagine all the thing you would miss out on? You’ve always hated to be confined… would you want to spend your