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... now I wasn't so

me was damp and uncomfortable. I moved to the pile of fresh clothes the maids had left—simple black leggings and an oversized sweater. As I dressed, I noticed something strange. The bone-deep exhaustion that had plagued me since I came

tree branches, the bruises from my fall—all gone, without a trace. Even the dull ache

for any lingering soreness, but there was nothing. I

inside of me. An impulse seized me. I needed to try it—to see if I could actually do it again after all these years. Not here, though. Not where anyone might

tongue. It felt right somehow, familiar in a way that stirred something ancient

to test

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

his death. I remembered I wanted to open it back at the hotel room after my wedding with Nathan

later, I continued towards the clearing. With each step I took, the urge to sing out grew stronger. I met a few pack members along the way, but they merely nodded respectfully, assuming I had the

edge of the pack grounds. I could smell the distinct scent of pine

like ancient sentinels. The place had a sacred feel to it, as if generations of wolves had

to come 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

closed my eyes, trying to control my

of it, I've never fully felt the energy I felt a while ago with Clarissa. Closing my eyes, I placed a hand over my chest, still feeling my heart harmmering

Lyla" I whispered to

inhaling the crisp scent of

way the power had surged

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 rise naturally, like

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

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

shiver ran down my spine, and my lips parted as an

enough to lift