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.

this be the beginning of another Great

prepared for them? I doubt

”

at the map laid

to mention, they didn’t just

Mountain Territory… right near the White Moon

”

with shock but I could

in the White Mountain region wasn’t just any territory; it was our seat

a direct challenge, like a warning to the

fear “If the Ferals are coming back… after all these years, it

”

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

arrived home? I had asked for her

was on a piece of paper

give her a call? Wouldn’t I

cleared his throat from where he was

said a word since the meeting started and had preferred

“The battle hasn’t started

anyone in this room, I know what it means

of that battle

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fear death neither do they retreat until they bring nothing but

we had wiped them out but it’s not surprising that they have

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

slight possibility that…”

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

them and the people

pack must be ready to defend their

”

grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the

pack where my mother is

aid from

was first

packs, and the White Moon Throne falls, what will become of

bigger packs until

a good suggestion,

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

survived

Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive an hour fighting

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mean that a Moonsinger

they could still be an infant, a

they

Moonsinger, there’s not much

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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

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despair, with fear written boldly

that, Eldric,” Elder Mira

foolishly deceive ourselves into thinking we can

me “Perhaps, it’s time we start searching for the

know how long until the next

”

“But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,”

focus on gathering all our armies

we cannot sit around waiting for the

”

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that Alpha,” my grandfather turned to me, “It’s time for you to pick a

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tensed glaring at

“Really? Now?” I queried.