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.

be the beginning

even prepared for

”

peering at the map

mention, they didn’t just attack anywhere,

White Mountain Territory… right near the

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room gasped with shock but I could

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

a direct challenge, like a warning to the strongest pack in

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

”

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raising, to be the leader my people

home? I had asked for her phone number before

on a piece of paper in

give her a call?

his throat from where he was behind

hadn’t said a word since the meeting started and had preferred instead to lodge at the

he said quietly but firmly “The

this room, I know what it means to

10,000 years already, details of that battle are still

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do not fear death neither do they retreat until they bring

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

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

there’s a slight possibility that…”

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

the people of this

be ready to defend their

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as my grandfather spoke, “Some of these

the pack where my mother is from for

aid from the White

was first orchestrated

we send our warriors to these smaller packs, and the White

we merge those smaller packs with bigger packs until the threat is over?” I

good suggestion, Alpha,” They all

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

survived the

Moonsinger… we’ll not even

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the appearance of the Feral wolves mean that a Moonsinger has

still be an infant, a pup, a toddler or

they

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 and who the Moonsinger is…

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looked at each other in despair, with fear

that, Eldric,”

foolishly deceive ourselves into thinking we can defend our territories

to me “Perhaps, it’s time we

how long until the next attack but we must be

”

cross that bridge

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

grandfather is right, we cannot

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to me, “It’s

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glaring at

“Really? Now?” I queried.