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.

no sign

quick kiss on my neck. I smiled automatically, leaning into him as he hugged me from behind, rubbing his

like we did. They had houses – made with strange materials but not like our own. They also had a lot of human inventions and had things called Cart and other delightful

their business in the confines of their houses, away from the

of my life. I and father had

away from his hold, still maintaining my smile. "I was about to

did it go

rolled my eyes.

werewolves… whatever but my dad was telling my dad that they're beginning to embrace the ways of the humans and he's worried that soon they will not have

would never have to worry about that and maybe these human inventions are not

"Like horses?" Thames asked.

dying to talk about my entire

A cart is driven by a horse," Thames said

I turned to him surprised. "How do you know

is important we learn everything about humans… he believes one day we might have to deal

I'm the bumbling idiot, without brains who

as his arms came around my shoulders. "C'mon dear, you're taking it all

time in

reading test. I stood up and read for you. 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 powers will last through

hear a recital of things I 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

"I understand, Neriah…"

make everyone stop what they were doing to turn and stare at

Thames?" Thames's mother Ferida called

nothing mom…" Thames sighed, growling inwardly as he turned to everyone staring at us

right for her son. Since my father didn't have a

He was smart, intelligent, was a good warrior – the perfect Moonsinger through and through. The only thing I had to my name was my father's