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?"

hand over my heart, hoping my voice was still strong.

as one of the senior council members. His eyes were cold

now ask you several questions. Remember your oath and answer

my fingers tightening at

into me. "Why did you attempt to murder Cassidy Thorne

struck me like a lightning bolt and I froze in place for a moment. I was still trying to

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 Leader to your pack and holding him hostage a night before the wedding.

How the fuck was I supposed to remember what happened thirty minutes before the festival? Oh! I do remember, but then I was Nymeris and not Lyla.

called my attention, he was staring at me quietly. Do you need

I haven't even answered the other

echoed in my head. Before I could formulate a response -anything at this point, the doors of

stepped into the hall. Immediately, the Lycans all rose to their feet, I could see surprise on the faces of a few

it was Ramsey. I turned instinctively, as I

seen him the first day across the hall

he strode directly to the booth. When he reached, he ripped the small entrance of the booth that was locked with a key as if it

the hall erupted into protests and the Elders

Leader, you're interrupting

"She's on trial…"

"This is unacceptable!"

every part of my body.

"Are you alright?"

to hold back tears. At that moment, I felt powerful. "But the

can wait for a few more minutes," he replied. "I want to make sure you're fine first.

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

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