The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 13: Echoes of the Past

Ramsey

After the drama with Lyla earlier at the gates this morning, I was seething with anger.

I didn’t even know if I was angry at myself for letting her just go or if I was angry with her for not sticking to the plan I had explained to her last night.

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Was she trying to test my patience? To see how far I could go? How dare she disobey me? We were mates but I was still her Lycan Leader.

I sat at the head of the round table in the situation room drumming my finger impatiently on the vinyl table.

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The room was filled with the quiet murmurings of the elders, warriors and members of the council deliberating over the sudden Feral attack last night but I couldn’t be bothered by whatever they were saying.

My mind was still fixed on Lyla.

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Not just that, I wanted her so much.

I couldn’t stop thinking about our garden encounter.

Even though it had been short and brief.

But I was also angry at her.

She had defied me again.

Lax was still angry at me for denying her but did he expect me to announce to the whole world that a mutt was my mate? Not only was she stubborn and reckless, she – No, I have to stop thinking about her.

There were bigger issues, real problems bigger than Lyla.

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“Alpha, are you listening?” My Beta, Lenny suddenly mindlinked me snapping me out of my thoughts, his eyes narrowing at me from across the table.

“You need to focus; else they would know you weren’t even listening from the beginning.

”

I nodded, straightening in my seat as I forced my attention back to the room.

An emergency meeting had to be held today following the attack of Feral Wolves at the lower village last night.

They had killed nearly 50 Omegas and injured about 100, hence the emergency meeting.

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“It doesn’t make sense!” Elder Vitalis muttered drumming on the table, copying my previous movement as he gestured wildly with frustration on his face.

“There was no warning! Feral attacks always come with some sort of sign – an omen or even the arrival of the Moonsinger.

But this one, nothing! They just appeared!”

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“My thoughts exactly,” Elder Mira, a silver-haired woman sighed leaning forward.

“How is it even possible?” she continued “The last recorded Feral attack was nearly 10,000 years ago.

Didn’t they say that the last Moonsinger wiped out the Dark One and his Feral armies? How could they still exist? How could we have been so wrong?”

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The room erupted with worried voices as everyone tried to speak at the same time.

the beginning of another Great

we even prepared for them?

”

at

to mention, they didn’t just

the White Mountain Territory…

”

in the room gasped with shock

White Moon Throne in the White Mountain region wasn’t just any territory; it was our

direct challenge, like a

back… after all these

”

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be the leader my

I had asked for her phone number

on a piece of paper

I give her a call?

his throat from

the meeting started and had preferred instead to lodge

quietly but firmly “The

know what it means to fight

already, details of that battle are still vivid in my

”

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he continued “And do not fear death neither do they retreat

them out but it’s not surprising that they

it is the dark one leading them this time around… the Last Moonsinger had

a slight possibility

to me, “You need

them and the people of this

must be ready to defend

”

grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the arsenal to protect

my mother is

get any aid from

was first orchestrated here,

our warriors to these smaller packs, and the White Moon Throne falls, what

merge those smaller packs with bigger packs until the threat is over?” I

suggestion,

fight them?”

barely survived

Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive an

”

the Feral wolves mean

they could still be an infant, a pup, a toddler or something

cannot know the form they take until they reveal

Moonsinger, there’s not much we

”

said quietly “Over the years, we’ve protected our world with the best of our resources and abilities and unless anyone in the room knows where and who the Moonsinger is… then it’s time we

”

at each other in despair, with fear written boldly on their

Eldric,” Elder Mira

thinking we can defend our

me “Perhaps, it’s time we

how long until the next attack

”

bridge when we come to it,” I said

on gathering all our armies and

we cannot

”

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grandfather turned to me, “It’s time for you to pick a

”

tensed glaring

“Really? Now?” I queried.