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

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in closer, peering at the map

to mention, they didn’t

to the White Mountain Territory… right near the

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room gasped with shock

just any territory; it was our seat of power,

on us was a direct challenge, like

in trouble!” One of the warriors sighed, his eyes wide with fear “If the Ferals are coming back… after all these years, it

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

she safe? Had she arrived home? I had asked for her phone number before the meeting

on a piece of paper in my chest

her a call? Wouldn’t

cleared his throat from

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

said quietly but firmly “The battle hasn’t

room, I know what it means to fight

details of that battle are still vivid in my

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

thought we had wiped them out but it’s not surprising

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

a slight possibility

of bemoaning our situation,” he turned to me, “You need to send word

the people of

must be ready

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

pack where my mother is

aid from the

was first orchestrated

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

packs with bigger packs until

suggestion, Alpha,” They

supposed to fight them?” Elder Thorne

survived

even survive

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appearance of the Feral wolves mean that

be an infant, a pup, a

form they take until

Moonsinger, there’s not much we can

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our world with the best of our resources and abilities and unless anyone in the room knows where

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looked at each other in despair, with fear written boldly on their

that, Eldric,”

into thinking we can defend our

“Perhaps, it’s time we start searching for

until the next attack but we must

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bridge when we come to it,” I said

now, we must focus on gathering all our armies and preparing

we cannot sit around waiting

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to me, “It’s time for you to

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glaring at my

“Really? Now?” I queried.