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?"

over my heart, hoping my voice

of the senior council

questions. Remember your oath and answer

my head, my fingers tightening at my sides and my

bore into me. "Why did you attempt to murder Cassidy Thorne – Elder Thorne's

struck me like a lightning bolt and I froze in place for a moment.

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

was I supposed to remember

was staring at me quietly.

I haven't even answered the other

formulate a response -anything at this point, the doors of the hall swung open, the force of it sending a rush

several degrees as an overwhelming presence stepped into the hall. Immediately, the Lycans all rose to

to tell me it was Ramsey. I turned instinctively, as I stared at

Lycan Leader – regal, powerful and every bit as formidable as I had seen him the first day across the hall of that gala event. This will be the fourth time I am seeing him in his formal regalia and

were on me. He barely acknowledged anyone else in the hall as he strode directly to the booth. When he reached, he ripped the small entrance of the booth that was locked with a key

protests and the Elders began

you're interrupting

"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 kiss on

"Are you alright?"

back tears. At that moment, I felt powerful. "But the elders –

can wait for a few more minutes," he replied. "I want to make sure

and so far, I've been asked questions that I cannot answer. They're acussing me of trying to murder

that I stand here and watch my mate being tried like a common criminal. I