The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 219 219: The trial...

Lyla

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I stepped into the grand hall of the council building. The first time I was here, Mother Liora had been here too and that was when I was announced as the Moonsinger.

Now a few months later, I was back to the same people who had looked at me in disdain and had scoffed when Mother Liora had announced me as the Moonsinger and this time, they were larger than before.

The heavy doors shut behind me the moment I crossed the threshold. Dozens of pairs of eyes locked onto me – cold, judgemental stares from the Lycans – most of them were older. Their expressions were a mixture of disdain and scepticism and something I couldn't decipher.

First, I was a werewolf. Although they were a hybrid of our species, they treated us like outcasts. To an average, Lycan, a werewolf was a stain, something that never should have been created in the first place.

I lifted my chin, refusing to be cowed by their obvious contempt. Keeping my head high, I continued walking, only stopping when a young Lycan appeared at my side, his formal attrite marking him as one of the council's assistants. Without a word, he guided me through the hostility toward a wooden structure – a small, open booth with a low stool inside. My stomach twisted at the sight. This was a trail stand, used for criminals.

My heart pounded as my eyes darted around the hall desperately, searching for any friendly, familiar face, an ally, someone – anyone who could stand with me and offer even the smallest reassurance. But the only familiar faces I could spot were those of my tormentors – Elders from White Moon Pack. Their smug expressions were evidence that they were enjoying every second of my discomfort.

I turned back again, searching for Lenny but he was nowhere to be seen. There was no sign of Ramsey either – he had promised we were in this together and he would have my back yet now when I needed him most, he was nowhere to be seen.

Another young Lycan dressed in a similar outfit as the first one that had guided me to the booth approached him, only he had a sash across his shoulder. He was the truth keeper.

"Place your right hand over your heart," he instructed his voice carrying across the silent hall.

I stared at him in surprise. Why did they want me to swear? No one had mentioned a trial. There were protocols for these things. Trials were always preceded by formal notices, weren't they? It was one of the few protections offered to the accused. I scanned the hall again, searching for Lenny, but there was no sign of him.

I wanted to protest but it was useless. One look at the stern faces of the Elders, made me realize this was no ordinary trial. This was a trap and I had walked right into it.

"Okay!" I finally nodded pushing back tears.

The young Lycan murmured. "Do you swear by the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess and the protection of the White Moon throne to speak nothing but the truth?"

heart, hoping my voice

dressed in elaborate robes marking him as one of the senior council members. His eyes were cold as winter frost

ask you several questions. Remember your

tightening at my sides and my

did you attempt to murder Cassidy

bolt and I froze in place for a moment. I was still trying to process

Harvest Moon Festival – thirty minutes before the festival started? Do you have anyone that can attest to your whereabouts at the time of the festival? More so, you disrupted the White Throne wedding by luring the Lycan

was I supposed to remember what

was staring at me quietly. Do you need me to

even answered the other

in my head. Before I could formulate a response -anything at this point, the doors of the hall swung open, the force of it sending

to drop several degrees as an overwhelming presence stepped into the hall. Immediately, the Lycans all rose to their feet, I could see surprise on the faces of a few of

Ramsey. I turned instinctively, as I stared

bit as formidable as I had seen him the first day across the hall of that gala event. This will be

directly to the booth. When he reached, he ripped the small entrance of the booth that was locked with a key as if it were nothing and extended his hand to

erupted into protests and the Elders began

you're interrupting an

"She's on trial…"

"This is unacceptable!"

his, as his eyes scanned every part of my body. When our gaze met again, he placed a

"Are you alright?"

back tears. At that moment, I

a few more minutes," he replied. "I want to make sure you're fine first. Are you though? Did they

smile. "Lenny drove me here and so far, I've been asked questions that I cannot answer. They're acussing me of

I'm here now. The universe forbid that I stand here and watch my mate being tried like a