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.

beginning of another Great

for them? I doubt

”

closer, peering at the map laid out

they didn’t just

to the White Mountain Territory… right near the White

”

the room gasped with shock but I could

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

like a warning to the strongest

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

”

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to be the leader my people needed but somehow my

she arrived home? I had asked

on a piece of paper

give her a call? Wouldn’t I

my grandfather, Eldric, cleared his throat from where he was

started and had preferred instead

but firmly “The

know what it means to fight a

10,000 years already, details of that battle are

”

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relentless,” he continued “And do not fear death neither do they retreat until they bring nothing

them out

one leading them this time around… the Last Moonsinger had died

a slight possibility that…” he paused

me, “You need to

them and the people

must be ready to defend

”

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

pack where my

aid from

was first orchestrated here,

the White Moon Throne falls, what will become of

merge those smaller packs with bigger

good suggestion,

fight them?” Elder Thorne suddenly asked, his

survived

not even survive an hour

”

Feral wolves mean that a Moonsinger has

they could still be

cannot know the form they

there’s not much

”

resources and abilities and unless anyone

”

at each other in despair,

say that, Eldric,”

ourselves into thinking we

She turned to me “Perhaps, it’s time we

how long until the next attack but we must

”

“But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,”

gathering all our

grandfather is right, we cannot sit

”

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to me, “It’s time for you to pick a

”

glaring

“Really? Now?” I queried.