The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 267 267: Chaos at Blue Ridge.

Lyla

I ran.

Harder than I ever had in my life. My legs burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn't stop. The three Ferals ran alongside me, their black eyes darting around, alert to any threat. Everything made sense for the first time since I came back from the Northern Forest. The past, my Moonsinging, Ramsey, the Ferals—they were all connected. And now, Blue Ridge was on the brink of war.

My heart pounded as I finally reached Blue Ridge Pack territory. I stumbled and froze at what I saw. The scene was nothing short of chaos.

Warriors sprinted from one place to another, their faces etched with urgency and determination. Most of them were wounded still they went about. Gammas barked orders, their voice piercing over the loud wailings, screaming and crying that seemed to be all over the place. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. The usual order and discipline that defined Blue Ridge was nowhere to be found.

"What in the goddess's name?" I whispered, my hands flying to my hair in disbelief. I hadn't expected things to have deteriorated to this extent. Nanny's warning rang in my mind again, but seeing the reality of everything she told me hours ago with my eyes was something else entirely.

As I stood, unable to move, taking in the scene, a group of warriors rushed past, leading wounded women and children towards the makeshift hospital tent that they had set up on any available space. The only space left at this point was just pathways that had been narrowed down so much that more than one person could not pass at a time.

Most of the children who didn't seem unconscious and badly injured were crying loudly. Their small faces were contorted in confusion, fear and pain. Without thinking I rushed forward, grabbing the arm of one of the passing warriors.

"What happened?" I demanded, "Who are these people?"

The warrior was a young man with a nasty gash across his forehead that was hurriedly covered with a plaster. He barely spared me a glance as he adjusted the wounded boy he was carrying in his arms.

"They're from the lower villages. Ramsey's forces attacked at dawn" he said hurriedly, pulling his arm free. "Excuse me, Miss. But there are many casualties needing my attention at the moment."

I stumbled back and watched him go, my vision blurring with tears. The reality of the situation poked into me like pines. This wasn't just a territorial dispute anymore; The lower villages? That meant families—innocent people, children—had been caught in the crossfire.

My chest constricted with pain... The world around me spun as I watched another warrior carrying a woman whose arm hung limply by her side, her eyes glazed over.

No. No. No.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

had suddenly been transformed into a war zone. Medics and healers rushed to and fro, their white coats stained with blood. Warriors assembled in groups, receiving orders before rushing off again. The tension and fear

nails digging into my palms. I wanted to scream. Shout. Let my powers burst from my body and burn

power, and an uncontrolled burst

sank to my heels, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and pulling until the pain grounded me. I closed my eyes and forced myself to

body to stop thinking about the fear. No more

rushing past and reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him to my side simultaneously. "Take me to Alpha Nathan.

me as if I'd lost my mind. "The Alpha is in a war council.

will," I interrupted, my voice taking on a steely edge I hardly recognized. "If you don't do as you're told, I'll see to it personally that you're…" I paused tilting my head

widened slightly, something in my eyes must have convinced him because he nodded

growing up here and

reached

chamber dominated majorly by

in the room by the way. The tension inside was suffocating. Gammas, elders and high-ranking

there too, her elegant features looked

guard cleared his throat. "Luna

I ignored

on yet. I didn't care that

moment, something flickered in his eyes – relief, surprise, perhaps or something softer – before

"What is it?"

said. My voice was steady despite the way my heart was pounding. "I need

dragged a hand through

is not the time, Lyla." He

his attitude. "What I have to say

"In case you haven't noticed, Lyla," he growled, "I'm in the middle of a war! People are dying – my people. Every second I waste listening to your nonsense, someone is dropping dead and you want to chat? If you have something to say about Ramsey, you

to let his words sink into my heart properly. The accusation stung, but I didn't flinch. He

something that can

one of the light bulbs illuminating the room and shot out a pulse of energy toward