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

prepared for

”

leaned in closer, peering at

mention, they didn’t

to the White Mountain Territory… right near

”

gasped with shock but I could understand

White Moon Throne in the White Mountain region wasn’t just any

direct challenge, like a warning to

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

”

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raising, to be the leader my people

arrived home? I had asked for her

a piece of paper

give her a call? Wouldn’t

cleared his throat from where he

a word since the meeting started and had preferred instead to lodge at the window staring into

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

I know

of that

”

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he continued “And do not fear death neither do

had wiped them out but it’s not surprising that

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

slight possibility that…” he

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

the people of

pack must be ready to defend their

”

as my grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the arsenal to protect themselves against rogue

the pack where my

any aid from the

attack was first orchestrated

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

those smaller packs with bigger packs until the threat

good suggestion, Alpha,” They

how are we supposed to fight them?” Elder Thorne suddenly asked, his voice

barely survived

even survive an hour fighting

”

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

they could still be an infant, a

the form they take until they reveal

Moonsinger, there’s not

”

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 stop relying on things that cannot

”

despair, with fear written boldly

say that, Eldric,” Elder

thinking we can defend our territories without the

it’s time we

long until the next

”

cross that bridge when we come to it,” I

gathering all our armies and preparing for

right, we cannot sit around

”

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

”

glaring at my

“Really? Now?” I queried.