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

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Nathan

I stormed out of the pack house, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

Immediately, I shifted. Ragnar emerged with practised ease, his dark fur rippling in the moonlight as I caught Lyla’s scent in the wind. The trails were fresh, tinged with blood from all the Ferals and Trinax she fought.

I followed her scent through the maze of mingling scents surrounding the White Moon Pack. My paws pounded against the earth, as I pushed forward. I tracked her through the territory, following a path that took me toward the White Moon Pack’s borders.

Almost at the borders, it veered off to the edge of the dense forest surrounding the pack’s territory. As I approached the tree line, my hackles rose, indicating that someone was watching me. I stopped for a moment; my ears perked as I surveyed the area. There was nothing… no one except me. But something felt… off.

Shrugging it off, I prepared to enter the forest, since her scent was stronger in that direction. Just then, a chilling sensation washed over me. I wasn’t alone. Ragnar let out a low growl, as he whirled, muscled bunched ready for an attack only to find myself face to face with a familiar

figure.

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Standing a few yards away was it the same being that had been haunting me for a few months. now. Since that incident with Lyla at the White Lake pack. Not only had I had several encounters with it, but It was also in my head. Always suggesting devious motives. All attempts to fight it with resources I know about and heard have proved abortive.

Hissing, I shifted back to my human form, ready for a fight as my expression hardened immediately.

“What do you want?” I demanded, glaring at the being. My voice was laced with irritation.

The being cocked its head, studying me with an unsettling calmness. Then he approached me, taking measured steps. I also noticed it had a thoughtful expression on its face.

“How long have you known about Lyla’s wolf?” it asked.

I hissed, stepping around him as I moved toward the forest. I had no time for games, not with Lyla’s scent growing fainter by the second plus the Harvest Moon would reach its peak any moment now, I had to reach Lyla first before anything.

As I moved, the being followed after me, clearly unperturbed by my silence.

“I didn’t know anything about that, it continued, its volce carrying an edge of curiosity. “But your calmness… you knew, didn’t you?”

I stopped abruptly, spinning to face it. “Why do you care?”

smiled faintly as if it was amused by my hostility. “Because I have Lyla’s interests at heart,”

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the priestesses, but merely delay them. I wasn’t expecting a two–tailed wolf

I said flatly, as I shrugged and tried to

blocked my path again, forcing me to stop. “Have you

Xander, right? Or is it the Dark One?” I said mockingly. “Listen carefully I’m not going to do what you want. You

times, but my answer will always be No. I’m not joining your revenge scheme or

his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “You say that now,” he said lightly. “But sooner

life. Not in

but when it happens, remember I already told you.

Ramsey will make a bold

He won’t. Please, he’s too self–conscious

smile widened,

glared at his outstretched him,

But if you join me…” he leaned in closer, spreading his hands in magnanimous gesture. “… I would be

have going on. Do you want me to help you steal the power of the White Moon Throne? You want me to assist you to rule my world and that I’ll be under you? You must be really insane. If it

watched me for a minute before sighing. “Nathan, I never said anything about ruling you. I just want to create a

you have going on is really lame. I thought you had your act together. I can’t wait for Lyla

intend not to be ended this time around, he said in a smug tone. “The last time I was

again. Anyways, you cannot marry, Lyla.

it. She clearly suggested you marry her daughter

not tell me who to marry, Xander, I continued moving, stopping to sniff the air.

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that? That day in the room, you lied to her, to cover up the truth… how long…”

AWAY FROM ME!” I turned to him, shouting. “Leave me alone. Stop following me around like some deranged gods. Are you truly the Dark ONE? Because I can smell your desperation. from

me pointedly. After a few seconds, he

back to Ragnar, letting hist senses guide me through the forest. Lyla’s trail grew stronger,

forest.

found her.

at the base of a massive oak tree, still in her wolf form which

chest rose and fell with laboured breath and her white fur was matted with

blood. Her twin tails were curled around her like a shield.

me. I changed back to my human form; I didn’t want to startle her. Her eyes flashed with recognition when she