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."

ramblings of a dying consciousness, but now...

an oversized sweater. As I dressed, I noticed something strange. The bone-deep exhaustion that had plagued

fall—all gone, without a trace. Even the dull ache in my head had disappeared, replaced by a clarity I hadn't

there was nothing. I flexed my hands and rolled my

build up inside of me. An impulse seized me. I needed to try it—to

It felt right somehow, familiar in a

needed to test

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

unopened letter my father had left for me before his death. I remembered I wanted to open it back at

continued towards the clearing. With each step I took, the urge to sing out grew stronger. I met a few

beginning its descent as I reached the edge of the pack grounds. I could smell the distinct scent of pine and wild berries that marked

recalled—a perfect circle of soft grass surrounded by smooth, moss-covered stones that rose up like ancient sentinels. The place had a sacred feel to it,

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 knew

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

Clarissa. Closing

to myself. "Remember how it

crisp scent of pine and damp earth. Then,

way the power had surged

myself sinking deeper into a state of calm awareness. What had Xander told me back then? "Don't try to force it. Let

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

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

an

of energy coursed through me, powerful enough to lift my arms of their own accord. And then, without conscious