The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Ramsey

"Is he dead?" I heard myself asking.

I was practically clutching at the straws of my heart as I waited for Lenny to reply. His eyes widened as he stared at me with horror.

"Why would you wish death on him?"

"That's how you made it seem. You said you'd leave the explanations to the pack healers so I expected the worst."

"For Moon's sake, Ramsey," he sighed. "He's not dead but their camp was the first camp to be attacked by the Ferals, him and the other Elders there. He's injured, has deep injuries and is currently sedated. They need you to give the go-ahead for the surgery. One of the Feral's teeth got stuck in his…"

"Will he be fine? Is he at risk of dying, perhaps," I interrupted him? "Honestly that's all I want to know. We're in a more dire situation than my grandfather's well-being and I'm sure right now, he has the entire hospital running after him."

"He's not but the healers thought you'd be worried and…"

"That's great. Tell them to go ahead with the surgery. Now, let's discuss something better. Do we know many Ferals this time at least? When did this happen?"

The timeline wasn't important but my mind kept re-echoing, Xander's last words before he walked away. "You may want to check on your pack. My babies get hungry when they're restless."

villages – there are heavy casualties there because of the event

to know the number, Lenny," I sucked in a frustrated sigh. "We need to work with numbers. We cannot just send out a troop unless we know what we're working with. Even if it's not the exact number a rough

thirty minutes ago," he said eyeing his wristwatch, targeting

we stop them from gathering in large crowds? Why on earth was the particular

longest night of the year and usually, the perfect night for hunting. Although it didn't always happen in the capital since it was well-developed and a smaller forest

is the

don't know yet. Our scouts are

already tousled hair, my mind was racing. Xander had known this – had planned this. He stood

in five minutes. And Lenny…" I grabbed his arm. "Find out if anyone saw The Dark One near the pack before the

frowned. "Xander?

the attack before it happened. I should have

the brunt of the leadership on my shoulders. I couldn't stop thinking about what Xander had also said about the White Moon and how

Could the throne really hold such power? And Lyla – was she truly bound to Nathan now? The thought sent a

now. My

at the sky, where the faint outline of the moon was visible even in daylight. The White Moon, as we call it – not for its colour, but for its purity and power. The same power that supposedly flowed

strength," I whispered to the moon, to the goddess, to whoever might be listening. "Help me protect them. Help me to make the right

big believer in the Moon goddess. But right now, she seemed to be my last resort

a deep breath, I turned and strode towards them. They looked to me with trust and determination in their eyes, ready to follow me into battle, ready to defend our people