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.

beginning

even prepared for them? I

”

in closer, peering at the

to mention, they didn’t just attack

the White Mountain Territory… right

”

in the room gasped with shock but I could understand

Mountain region wasn’t just any territory; it was our seat of

direct challenge, like a

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

”

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to be the

I had asked for her phone number before the

piece of paper in my

her a

my grandfather, Eldric, cleared his throat from where he was

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

quietly but firmly “The battle hasn’t started

than anyone in this room, I know

of that battle are still vivid

”

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

wiped them out but it’s

this time around… the Last Moonsinger had died side

slight possibility that…” he paused

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

them and the

must be ready to

”

my grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the

where my

they get any aid from the White Moon Throne?”

was first orchestrated

and the White Moon Throne falls, what will become of our world?”

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

good suggestion, Alpha,” They all

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

survived the

we’ll not even survive an

”

the Feral wolves mean that a Moonsinger has been born?”

could still be an infant, a pup, a toddler or

cannot know the form they take until

not much we can

”

world with the best of our resources and abilities and

”

looked at each other in despair, with fear written

say that, Eldric,”

ourselves into thinking we can defend our territories without the

turned to me “Perhaps, it’s time we start

the next

”

“But let’s cross that bridge when

must focus on gathering all our armies and

right, we cannot sit around waiting for

”

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Alpha,” my grandfather turned to me, “It’s

”

glaring at my

“Really? Now?” I queried.