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

even prepared for them?

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closer, peering at the map laid out before

mention, they didn’t

to the White Mountain Territory…

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with

any territory; it was our seat of power, the

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

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

”

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

arrived home? I had

of

I give her a

his throat from where he was

meeting started and had preferred instead to lodge

he said quietly but firmly “The battle hasn’t started

than anyone in this room, I know what

years already, details of that battle are still

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fear death neither do they retreat

we had wiped them out but it’s not

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

there’s a slight possibility that…” he paused

to me, “You need to send word to all the Alphas of

and the people

be ready to defend their

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

pack where my mother

get any aid from

first orchestrated here,

we send our warriors to these smaller packs, and the White Moon Throne falls, what will become

those smaller packs with bigger packs

good suggestion, Alpha,”

how are we supposed to fight them?” Elder

barely survived the

even survive

”

doesn’t the appearance of the Feral wolves mean

nodded “But they could still be an infant,

form they take until

not much we

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resources and abilities and unless anyone in the room knows where and who the Moonsinger is… then it’s

”

in despair, with fear written boldly on their

say that, Eldric,” Elder

we can defend our territories without the

“Perhaps, it’s time we start searching for

long until the next attack but

”

“But let’s cross that bridge when we come

gathering all our armies and preparing for the

we cannot sit around waiting

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turned to me, “It’s time for you to

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glaring at my

“Really? Now?” I queried.