The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 262

Chapter 262 262: The genesis of the problem...

Lyla

The clearing disappeared, replaced by a different scene…

I was standing in an open field. It was day, yet the moon was shining and full. In the centre of the field stood a woman dressed in what seemed like mourning clothes. She was singing, too. The same blue energy surrounded her, but there was something different about it… something dark.

Beside her lay two lifeless bodies. When I moved closer, I gasped with shock when I realised it was Thames and Rian and they were both dead. Their faces were peaceful in death and their hands were crossed over their chests, but there was something wrong about seeing them this way.

Something that made my soul cry out in protest.

When I looked at Neriah, her face was pale and streaked with tears and her hands were trembling as she continued to sing – as if she had no choice. And then her eyes met mine. For a moment, time froze.

Her eyes widened in recognition. I saw my face in hers. Our eyes reflected the same image, and then her lips began to move, whispering something I couldn't hear. But her expression – gods, her expression was pure agony.

I strained my ears, wishing I could hear what she was saying. Her lips formed the words again. As I opened my mouth to scream out, perhaps to tell her I couldn't hear what she was saying…

"Lyla?"

A voice snapped me out of the trance. The blue energy dissipated like mist in the morning sunlight as my feet settled firmly back on the ground. I gasped, my knees buckling as I collapsed onto the damp earth.

The energy left me instantly breathless and trembling. The song had stopped too.

The vision… what the hell was that? I clutched my chest, struggling to steady my breathing, my body was still thrumming from the raw power that had coursed through me.

A soft sound made me whip around.

Someone was watching me.

figure stood at the edge of the clearing, hands clasped before

Nanny.

My heart lurched.

joy and relief flooding through me at the sight of the familiar

toward her, throwing my arms

tightening around me briefly before she pulled back to look at my face. The warmth of her presence grounded me, but something

at me, a strange look in her eyes—something

I

fingers brushing against the strands as if searching for

smile slowly began

silver streak," she said softly, wonder in her voice. "It's back and brighter than I have

I blinked. "What?"

nothing after I'd lost my moonsinging ability. I pulled a strand forward

light of the sun. "The brown streak in your hair. It has reappeared. And

I asked, my voice barely above a

grew serious, her gaze shifting to the clearing where

is coming to pass." She took my hands in hers, her grip surprisingly strong. "You're remembering who you truly are,

spine at her words, the echo of my vision—Thames and Rian, lifeless on those stone altars—flashing through

Neriah, and she was singing

who Rian and Thames maybe but when

I asked her looking at

have even less time than I feared," she whispered. "Come, child. There's

you talking

stared at me for a few second ds before looking away. "Lyla," she started. "I see death coming between two people who

that when it is time, I have to kill, Nathan,

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