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.

the beginning of another Great

even prepared for them? I

”

at the

they didn’t just

the White Mountain Territory… right near

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the room gasped with shock but I could

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

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 can only mean one thing… the Dark One still lives amongst us and we’re not

”

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

Had she arrived home? I had asked for her

of paper in my

her a call? Wouldn’t

throat

had preferred instead

but firmly “The battle hasn’t started and

in this room, I know what it means to

details of that battle are

”

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“And do not fear death neither do they retreat until they bring nothing but

we had wiped them out but

must be sure it is the dark one leading them this time around…

slight possibility that…” he paused

need to send word

the people of

be ready to defend

”

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

where my mother is from

get any aid from the

first orchestrated

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

smaller packs with bigger packs until the threat is

suggestion, Alpha,” They

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

survived the

Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive

”

the appearance of the Feral wolves mean that a

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

they take until they reveal

there’s not much we

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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

”

in despair, with fear written

say that, Eldric,”

not foolishly deceive ourselves into thinking we can defend our

to me “Perhaps, it’s time we start

the next

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cross that bridge when we come to it,”

on gathering all our armies and preparing for the

cannot

”

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me, “It’s

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tensed glaring at

“Really? Now?” I queried.