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.

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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.

be the beginning of another

we even prepared for them? I

”

in closer, peering at

to mention, they didn’t just attack anywhere,

the White Mountain Territory… right

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the room gasped with shock but I

White Mountain region wasn’t just any territory; it was

attack on us was a direct challenge, like a warning

his eyes wide with fear “If the Ferals are coming back… after

”

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

she safe? Had she arrived home? I had asked for her phone number

of

I give her a call? Wouldn’t

cleared his throat

started and had preferred instead to lodge

but firmly “The

know what it means to fight

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

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do they retreat

out but it’s not surprising that

dark one leading them this time around… the Last Moonsinger had died side by side with

slight possibility

bemoaning our situation,” he turned to me, “You need to send

them and the people of this

must be ready to

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was the same rank as my grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the arsenal to protect themselves

the pack where my mother is from

any aid from the White Moon Throne?” she

first orchestrated here,

warriors to these smaller packs, and the White Moon Throne

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

good suggestion, Alpha,” They all

we supposed to fight them?” Elder Thorne suddenly asked,

barely survived the

a Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive an hour fighting

”

doesn’t the appearance of the Feral wolves mean that a Moonsinger

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

know the form they take until

not much we can

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has not appeared for 10,000 years now,” My grandfather 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

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despair, with fear written boldly on

that, Eldric,”

thinking we

“Perhaps, it’s time we start searching for

how long until the next attack but we

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cross that bridge when we come

now, we must focus on gathering all our armies and preparing for the

grandfather is right, we cannot sit around waiting for

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turned to me, “It’s

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tensed glaring at

“Really? Now?” I queried.