The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 237 237: The aftermath...

Ramsey

Loud ringing…. Loud, loud ringing lulled me out of my unconscious state.

I blinked severally, trying to fight the blur in my vision. My head throbbed painfully, my ears ringing so loudly it drowned out everything else. I tried to move but felt like I was trapped under something heavy.

Was I being buried? The sand was all over my body, and something else was pressing on me. I tried to reach La,x but he seemed unresponsive. Someone was calling my name from a great distance. I blinked rapidly, trying to understand where I was or where I went to.

I turned my head aga,in looking around, but my vision remained unfocused. I could barely make out the wreckage around me. Where was I? What had happened?

I managed to slip out of whatever was holding me bound to the ground and push my body into a sitting position. My vision was clearing a little, but not enough to have a bird' s-eye view of everything.

I scanned where I sat, taking in the Debris surrounding me and then slowly, the memories began to filter into my mind. Where I was, once stood a meeting hall from moments ago. I lifted my eyes, and all I could do was stare numbly; an entire line of the building lay in ruins.

The explosion didn't just affect the meeting roo, but the four offices next to it. Chunks of concrete, twisted metal and shattered glass lay everywhere. My mind was still struggling to process how quickly everything had changed – one moment, I'd been sitting in the meeting hall, the next…

A firm grip landed on my shoulder, sliding under my armpit to haul me up. The sudden movement sent a fresh wave of dizziness through me, but whoever was helping me didn't let me go. My legs felt like liquid, but somehow, I managed to stay standing as they half-dragged, half-carried me to what felt like a platform and set down.

I just sat there, watching shadowy figures dash past in a blur of motion, filled with urgency. Gradually, my vision began to clean,r and when it finally did, I just remained still for a few moments, staring blankly at the devastation. Smoke and dust filled the air, creating a choking haze.

Pack warriors swarmed around the ruins like ants, shouting orders, others digging through the wreckage of what had once been the meeting hall. Their movements were precise pand ractised – they'd trained for scenarios like this, little did I know that the first place they would use that training was here, in the heart of our territory.

Right in the heart of the White Moon Throne.

My mind struggled to catch up, to recall what had happened just before everything turned to chaos. Slowly, my vision sharpened, and I saw familiar faces on the other side of the destruction. Lenny stood a few feet away, gesturing as he gave orders to a group of warriors. They were pointing toward the collapsed hall with grim expressions.

there were streaks of blood running down the side of his face and arms. Thankfully, we Lycan

the words were

sting of the antiseptic barely registered. Something was wrong – desperately, terribly wrong. A cold dread settled over me, tightening my chest

treated around me. Most of them were elders with cuts and bruises, other pack members who worked in the building, warriors sporting more serious injuries,

into my mind

Lyla.

my feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness that threatened to topple me and my wounds flaring with pain. I didn't care. My heart pounded wildly as I searched the sea of

plus the ones who seemed conscious and the ones who had clothes covering their heads. I even took the liberty to open the clothes just to be sure that she was

was a relief, at least. I turned in circles, scanning

is she? Why isn't she

observers galler,y so by all right, she ought to have been in the building when the explosion happened. Panic surged through me, overriding every other feeling. I staggered forwad, toward the wreckage – if she wasn't here, then she would surely be there. But before I could

struggled instinctively, whipping around to confront

It was Lenny.

shoulders were tight as if he was

voice was hoarse and ragged. "Why isn't she

hesitated for the briefest moment

get her out," he said. "We've located her body with the thermal imaging equipment. The

my head violently, sending fresh waves

body? No. No,

I repeated, my voice

filled with sympathy.

being rejected the idea that Lyla was buried under the debris,s

The last time we checked, we picked a

that connected me to her. It was