The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 247 247: Neriah - Lyla III

Lyla

The moment I drove the sword into Nymeris, the world around me shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer. A violent wave of energy surged through me, crackling in the air like a storm trapped inside a glass cage. My body convulsed as pain and power coiled through my veins and suddenly, I wasn't standing in the present anymore.

I was falling.

Not through space, but through time.

Memories, not mine but mine, exploded in my mind. The fragmented pieces of the past, the truths hidden beneath centuries of deception, wrapped around my soul like a second skin. I saw – not as an observer, but as Neriah.

I was Neriah.

***

The Beginning of the End

The Northern Forest hummed with scattered laughter, children playing, birds chirping in the trees and a group of men talking amongst themselves.

Somewhere, there was a cluster of women by a big fireplace – some of them were grinding some seeds on stones lined up not too far from the fireplace. Others were stirring something in the pot with big wooden spoons. Occasionally, the women would whisper something to themselves and then throw their heads back with laughter before they continued.

I smiled with relish as I stared at the people – my people.

My father was the Alpha of the Auréans – we were beings blessed with the Moon's favour. Our power was tied to the stars and our voices carried echoes of the divine. We weren't just warriors; we were guardians of balance and our voices were our weapons.

We were not exactly what you'd call a werewolf as we weren't born with wolves. We were called Auréans. Here, the only structure we had and held was the worship of the Moon and the star. We were liberal beings – we rarely marry outside our tribe.

Everyone here was related to everyone because we married amongst ourselves. The Moon Goddess was faithful enough to always provide fated mates amongst ourselves. But I wanted more.

I've often caught glimpses of werewolves and lycans from other packs around us – they were unique and different from us. They only worshipped the goddess when it was necessary. They didn't have a structured and well-tabled lifestyle like us. Their women were always allowed a little exploration now and again and they always had large gatherings.

wouldn't hear of it. Since my mother became sick without any treatment and no sign of getting better, he has become more difficult to reason with. He'd always shout at me and drown himself

smiled automatically, leaning into him as he

in the world of the other werewolf packs. They do not have open mating galore like we did. They had houses – made with strange materials but not like

in the confines of their

had spent with them were the best days of my life. I and father had gone up to the White Moon Throne for some cleansing, that's how I

moved away from his hold, still maintaining my smile. "I

I missed you so much. How did it go with the people? I

Lycans, T…" I rolled my eyes. "They're different from

werewolves… whatever but my dad was telling my dad that they're beginning to embrace the ways of the humans

as the Moon Temple is, we would never have to worry about that and maybe these human inventions are

"Like horses?" Thames asked.

instant excitement. I've been dying to talk

by a horse,"

clouded my features as I turned to him surprised. "How do you know all of

learn everything about humans… he believes one day we might

I'm the bumbling idiot, without brains who was not accepted into the learning centre… the one time I had to shine, you

came around my shoulders. "C'mon dear, you're taking it all wrong. I was only

disgrace you next time in

No one gets to laugh at you. Just because you weren't accepted into the learning centre doesn't mean you're not unique. You're unique, Neriah. You had what the Wise woman said… your

would never be, Thames. I have such powers but I'm stupid. I cannot read like the rest of you. I don't know how to keep things in my head. My sisters… the little one Aurelia can read, can write… I'm the only

"I understand, Neriah…"

understand nothing!" I yelled, my voice echoing loud enough to make everyone

Thames?" Thames's mother Ferida

staring at us curiously. "It's

for her son. Since my father didn't have a son I was next in line to succeed him.

the perfect Moonsinger through and through. The only thing I had to my