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.

this be the beginning of

even prepared for them? I

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closer, peering at the map laid out

to mention, they didn’t just attack

White Mountain Territory… right near the White Moon

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the room gasped with

Mountain region wasn’t just any territory; it was our seat of

like a warning to the

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

”

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to be the leader my people needed but somehow my thoughts kept drifting

I had asked for her phone

was on a piece of paper

her a call? Wouldn’t I look

cleared his throat from where he was behind

said a word since the meeting started and had preferred instead to lodge at

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

than anyone in this room, I know what it means

details of that battle are still vivid

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he continued “And do not fear death neither do they retreat until

we had wiped them out but it’s

leading them this time around… the Last Moonsinger

a slight possibility that…” he

“You need to send

them and the

must be ready to defend their

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

my mother is from

get any aid from the White Moon Throne?” she

first orchestrated here, Elder

to these smaller packs, and the White Moon Throne

about we merge those smaller packs with bigger

a good suggestion, Alpha,” They

to fight them?”

barely survived the last

Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive an hour

”

Feral wolves mean that a

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

know the form they take until

there’s not much we can

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Moonsinger 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

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at each other in despair, with fear written boldly

Eldric,” Elder

not foolishly deceive ourselves into thinking we can

“Perhaps, it’s time we

long until the next attack but

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cross that bridge when

must focus on gathering all our armies and

is right, we cannot sit

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

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glaring at my

“Really? Now?” I queried.