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.

the beginning of another Great

we even prepared for them? I

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in closer, peering at the map laid out before

they didn’t just attack anywhere,

White Mountain Territory… right

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the room gasped with shock but

wasn’t just any territory; it was

direct challenge, like a warning to the strongest pack in

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

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the leader my people needed

safe? Had she arrived home? I had asked for her phone number

was on a piece of paper in my chest

I give her a call? Wouldn’t

cleared his throat from where he

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

said quietly but firmly “The battle hasn’t started

in this room, I know what it means

it’s been 10,000 years already, details of that battle

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not fear death neither do they retreat until

wiped them out but it’s not

is the dark one leading them this time around… the

a slight possibility that…” he

me, “You need to send word to all

the

must be ready to

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was the same rank as my grandfather spoke, “Some of these packs barely have the arsenal to protect themselves against

my mother is

they get any aid from the White Moon

attack was first orchestrated here,

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

about we merge those smaller packs with bigger packs until the threat is

suggestion, Alpha,”

them?” Elder Thorne suddenly asked, his

barely survived the

Moonsinger… we’ll not even survive an hour

”

doesn’t the appearance of the Feral wolves mean that a Moonsinger has been born?” I

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

cannot know the form they take until

there’s not

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has not appeared 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

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other in despair, with fear written boldly on their

that, Eldric,”

foolishly deceive ourselves into thinking we can

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

long until the next attack but we must

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that bridge when

we must focus on gathering all our

we cannot sit

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turned to me, “It’s time for you to pick a

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glaring

“Really? Now?” I queried.