The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 261 261: I was somewhere else...

Lyla

"I don't know," I murmured, staring at my hands, which looked quite ordinary to me. "I swear I didn't do that on purpose; I was just going to …" As I tried to demonstrate how I wanted to defend myself, Clarissa ducked. Her eyes were wide with fear.

Quickly, I withdrew my hands and tucked them behind me. "I'm sorry," was all I could mutter.

She stared at me for a few minutes. "I thought they said you lost your powers? Is the Moonsinging thing even real?"

I turned to her. "So, I was told but I guess it never really went away and…" I raised my hand again to speak and the next minute, the room door slammed with a resounding bang...

Clarissa was gone.

Her footsteps echoed down the hallway in rapid succession. I stared at my hand again watching as tiny wisps of white energy dissipated from my fingertips like morning mist.

"What just happened?" I whispered to the empty room, still staring at my palm in disbelief.

My heart was still pounding from the encounter, my hands trembling slightly as I stared at the space where she had stood just moments ago. The memory of what had just happened—the burst of energy, the way she had been flung across the room—played over and over in my mind.

I exhaled shakily, trying to make sense of it.

What was happening to me?

I pressed a hand against my chest, my fingers tracing the spot where my heartbeat pulsed steadily beneath my skin. The warmth, the power—I had felt this before. The first time the Ferals attacked. And now, here it was again as if something deep inside me had been reawakened.

My mind raced back to the moment my wolf - Nymeris had died—or rather, killed by me. Her last words echoed through my mind: "You will regain your full moonsinging ability. It's in your blood, in your soul. It never truly left you. Your power will return."

it as the ramblings of a

fresh clothes the maids had left—simple black leggings and an oversized sweater. As I

I examined my arms and legs. The scratches from tree branches, the bruises from my fall—all gone, without a trace. Even the dull ache in my head had disappeared,

fingers and checking for any lingering soreness, but there was nothing. I flexed my hands and rolled my shoulders. I felt … whole. The realization sent a thrill

needed to try it—to see if I could actually do it again

on my tongue. It felt right somehow, familiar in a

needed to

was around. Taking a deep breath, I slipped out, padding silently down the corridor, my feet moving towards a secluded area – it was a small clearing at the edge of the pack

less noticeable as possible, my mind drifted to the unopened letter my father had left for me before his death. I remembered I wanted to open it back

urge to sing out grew stronger.

I reached the edge of the pack grounds. I could smell the distinct scent of pine and wild berries that marked the boundary of Blue Ridge territory. Just beyond a cluster of evergreen shrubs lay the

that rose up like ancient sentinels. The place had a sacred feel to it, as if generations of wolves had used this spot for private rituals and moments of

here a lot whenever I had episodes of phereomone shaming from pack members. I always felt drawn to it. To this day, no one knew anything about this place and I wanted

the center of the clearing and closed my eyes, trying to control my pounding heart. The last time I had properly moonsung was

occasional burst of it, I've never fully felt the energy I felt a while ago with Clarissa.

to myself. "Remember

scent of pine and

power had surged

first, but as I held onto it. With each breath, I felt myself sinking deeper into a state of calm awareness. What had Xander told me back then? "Don't try to force it. Let it

and more primal. I imagined roots extending from my feet into the earth, drawing up energy

frustration began to creep in, I felt something shift. I felt it—a tiny spark igniting somewhere in the center of my chest. A warm, thrumming sensation spread through my limbs, curling like a tendril of energy around my fingers. It grew slowly,

my lips parted as an unfamiliar yet achingly familiar melody pushed its

enough to lift my arms of their own accord. And