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."

dismissed it as the ramblings of a dying consciousness, but now... now

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

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, replaced by

was nothing. I flexed my hands and rolled my shoulders. I felt …

something felt different about me. Excitement began to build up inside of me. An impulse seized me. I needed to try it—to see if I could actually do it again after all these

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

needed to

peered into the hallway before stepping out. No one 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 hidden by a natural formation of rocks and dense

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 at the hotel room

I continued towards the clearing. With each step I took, the urge to sing out

the distinct scent of pine and wild berries that marked the boundary of Blue Ridge

moss-covered stones 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

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 to keep it like that. Not even Nathan

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

I felt a while ago with Clarissa. Closing my eyes, I placed a hand over my chest, still

Lyla" I whispered to myself. "Remember how it

took a slow breath, inhaling the crisp scent of pine and damp earth. Then,

warehouse. Xander's touch. The way the power had surged through me, like lightning waiting to

memory was faint at 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

past the human thoughts and anxieties, past even my natural instincts, into something deeper and more primal. I imagined roots extending from my feet into the earth, drawing up energy like

as 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, warming me from

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

coursed through me, powerful enough to lift my