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

we even prepared for them? I doubt

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leaned in closer, peering at the map laid

they didn’t just

hit close to the White Mountain Territory… right near

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room gasped with shock but I could understand

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

on us was a direct challenge, like a warning to the strongest pack in

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

”

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

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

was on a piece of paper in

her a call? Wouldn’t I

my grandfather, Eldric, cleared his throat

the meeting started and had preferred instead to lodge at the window staring

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

in this room, I know what it means

already, details of

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do they retreat until they bring nothing but chaos

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

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

a slight possibility

turned to me, “You need to send word to

and the people of

ready to defend

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grandfather spoke,

pack where my mother

any aid from the

was first

and the White Moon Throne falls, what will

bigger packs until the threat is over?”

good suggestion,

fight them?” Elder Thorne suddenly asked, his

survived the

even survive

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appearance of the Feral wolves mean that a

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

form they take until

Moonsinger, there’s not much

”

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

”

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

say that, Eldric,”

we can defend our territories

turned to me “Perhaps, it’s

know how long until the next

”

bridge when we come to it,” I

must focus on gathering all our armies and preparing for the

cannot sit around

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me, “It’s

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tensed glaring at

“Really? Now?” I queried.