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

even prepared for

”

at the

didn’t just

Mountain Territory…

”

in the room gasped with shock but I could understand

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

direct challenge, like a warning to

coming back… after all these years, it can only mean one thing… the Dark One still lives amongst us and

”

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to be the leader

had asked for her phone

of paper

I give her a call? Wouldn’t

grandfather, Eldric, cleared his throat from

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

quietly but firmly “The battle hasn’t started

this room, I know what it means to

it’s been 10,000 years already, details of that battle are

”

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neither do they retreat until they bring

them out but it’s not surprising that

is the dark one leading them this time around…

possibility that…” he paused

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

them and the

pack must be ready to

”

One of the older Elders who was the same rank as my grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the arsenal

the pack where my

they get any aid from the White

first

these smaller packs, and the White

bigger packs until the threat is over?” I

good suggestion, Alpha,”

to fight them?” Elder Thorne suddenly asked, his

survived

even survive

”

the appearance of the Feral wolves mean that

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

cannot know the form they take until they

there’s not much we can

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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 we stop relying on things

”

in despair, with fear written boldly on their

that, Eldric,”

foolishly deceive ourselves into thinking we

She turned to me “Perhaps, it’s time

long until the next attack

”

cross that bridge when

on gathering all our armies

we cannot sit

”

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grandfather turned to me, “It’s time for you to pick

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tensed glaring

“Really? Now?” I queried.