The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 241 241: Gamma Caius

Ramsey

I woke up in the dead of the night to chaos.

Not just that, to loud shouting and frantic knocking on my door. I jerked away, reaching for the bedside table lamp and turning it on. Lyla was awake, too. She looked confused.

I came down from the bed and immediately reached for my discarded pyjama bottom, slipping it on before turning to Lyla. "Get dressed and stay alert."

She nodded, already, reaching for her clothes too. I waited until she was dressed before I crossed to the door and yanked it open. Lenny stood on the other side, looking distressed and dishevelled. He was still in his sleeping clothes.

"We're under attack," Lenny said immediately.

I stepped into the hallway, pushing the door mostly closed to shield Lyla from hearing what Lenny was saying. That was when I noticed the dark, wet blood stains splashed across Lenny's shirt and hands. They still looked fresh.

"What the hell happened?" I demanded in a low tone. Lax was already snarling at the scent of blood and danger.

"There's been an attack," Lenny repeated. "They attacked the guards at the gate's entrance. It's Feral,s, and it was a coordinated attack. They took out the entire guards stationed at the first and second gates. They destroyed everything in their path, up until the last ga ,te before reaching the pack itself. A guard managed to sound the alarm just in time."

Ice slid down my spine. "What's the casualty report like?"

"More than a hundred guards. All dead."

For a moment, the world seemed to still be around me. One hundred dead. One hundred guards were wiped out in a single night. My entire body went ri; LaxLax was burning with fury within me. This should be the highest attack we've ever suffered from Ferals.

They didn't plan coordinated attacks like this to wipe out such several guards.

Unless…

My mind suddenly flitted to Caius's warning about Nathan, and I froze. What if Nathan had somehow weaponized Ferals? What if, during those four years in the dungeon, he'd been laying the groundwork for exactly this type of assault?

Thinking of it, the first tm, Lyla ever got attacked by Ferals, it was Nathan who had rescued her, and, in his words, he had fought off the Ferals before they injured Lyla further. Why hadn't they attacked him?

if – the thought chilled me to my bone – what if Lenny's dishevelled appearance and blood-spattered clothes weren't from fighting off attackers but from something far

attack began? I asked, careful

of course," Lenny answered quickly. "The alarm woke me. I grabbed whatever warrior I could find in the

gather our security experts, too. We're going to assess

nodded, his expression

to go, I remembered

"Where is Gamma Caius?"

he wasn't the one coming to report

turned to me, furrowing his brows. "Yeah, that's true. He should be here. Did he try to reach out to

Lenny closely. "Find him. I want him to

saw a flicker of something – annoyance? Concern? – passed over Lenny's face before he nodded. "Right

finally left, I went back into the bedroom and saw Lyla sitting by the edge of the bed. She was already dressed,d and her face

I

heard everything, Ramsey.

it for proper clothes. "Ferals don't mount coordinated attacks unless someone's

are always coordinated, Ramsey. When I was first attacked, there were seven Ferals with a Trinax hanging in a tree. Nathan cannot just

Lyla!" I threw over my shoulders, "You always

have a lot of hate for Nathan, and it might be clouding your judgement. No,w more than

out severally, to make pe,ace all because he's your fr,iend and I wouldn't want to make bad decisions. I needed to

appreciate every,thing but you have to begin to look at Nathan's tactics rather than working

she was saying

you

these happening may not even be tied ,to him but if you believe that he's the one behind all of this, it

told me to my face that he wants to be the first to declare the war and then multiple explosions later? And s,uddenly Feral attacks? We've never lost up to a hundred soldiers before – at the same time. Lyla… the Nathan you grew up with, the Nathan you kissed, the one you allowed

off when I saw the hurt expression on her face. I didn't

sorry!" I murmured. "I didn't mean

just go back to bed

her for a few, seconds contemplating if I should cancel going to

and

side of the bed. Her eyes were tig,htly shut and tears were streaming down her eyes. I knelt beside