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

even prepared for them? I doubt

”

leaned in closer, peering at the map laid out

to mention, they didn’t just

White Mountain Territory… right near the White Moon

”

in the room gasped with shock but

Throne in the White Mountain region wasn’t just any

was a direct challenge, like a warning to the strongest pack in

One of the warriors sighed, his eyes wide with fear “If the Ferals are coming back… after

”

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on the concerns everyone was raising, to be the leader my people needed but somehow

I had asked for

was on a piece of

a call? Wouldn’t

throat

since the meeting started and had preferred instead

said quietly but firmly “The battle hasn’t started and we’re already

than anyone in this room, I know

10,000 years already, details of that battle are still vivid in my

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fear death neither do they

wiped them out but it’s not surprising that they

this time around… the Last Moonsinger had died

possibility that…” he

he turned to me, “You need

the people of

be ready

”

as my grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the

where my mother

get any aid from the White Moon

attack was first orchestrated here,

the White Moon Throne falls, what will

merge those smaller packs with bigger packs until the

good suggestion, Alpha,” They all

fight them?” Elder

survived the last

a Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive

”

the appearance of the Feral wolves mean that a Moonsinger has been born?”

“But they could still be an infant, a pup, a toddler

cannot know the form they take until they

there’s not much we

”

our world with the best of our resources and abilities and unless

”

other in despair,

Eldric,”

ourselves into thinking we can defend

me “Perhaps, it’s time we start searching for the

how long until the next attack but we must be

”

cross that bridge when we

gathering all our armies

right, we cannot sit

”

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Alpha,” my grandfather turned to me, “It’s time for

”

tensed glaring at

“Really? Now?” I queried.