The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 289 289: War and a second proposal...

Lyla

As the door closed behind Nanny, I sank back against the pillows, my mind racing despite how exhausted I felt.

I still couldn't believe that I'd been unconscious for five days. Nathan – Xander must have really wounded me. And in those five days, the attack on White Mountain happened. Did Ramsey run away from the fight?

Nanny hadn't mentioned that.

My mind replayed Xander's words from the fight: "I've gathered armies from every world... The packs won't stand a chance."

It seemed the war had already begun. And I'd been sleeping through the opening battles.

My hand drifted to the small table beside the bed, where someone had placed my father's letter. At least that hadn't been lost in our escape. To an ordinary eye, my father's words in the letters were simple, but to me, they held everything, including the solution to defeat the Dark One once and for all.

I was going to be the final death of the Dark One if I played my cards well.

I closed my eyes, just for a moment, gathering what energy I had left. Ramsey was still outside waiting; my world was waiting, too, and I was their only hope. First, I had to heal, then make plans and develop strategies.

The war might have started without me, but I was awake now. And if Xander thought I would be an easy opponent to eliminate or if he thought he could manipulate me like Neriah just because I was her reincarnation, he was about to learn how very wrong he was.

A Moonsinger doesn't stay down for long. And this one was just getting started.

The door opened again, and Ramsey entered the room, his expression more serious now without Nanny's presence. He pulled a chair close to my bedside and sat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"How are you doing now? How much do you remember before the blackout? Clarissa only told us how she rescued you from your father's study but doesn't know how and why you got all of these injuries. Who attacked you?" he asked.

"One question at a time, baby," I chuckled but stopped immediately when he didn't even crack a smile. He was serious. I cleared my throat and cocked my head to one side.

"Well, bits and pieces," I admitted. "I know Nathan has been possessed by the Dark One, or maybe not possession in his words. Nathan is his medium, but everything that he has done so far are purely Nathan's thoughts and doing."

his features. "I don't understand. You said he was possessed

person. Nathan is not hosting him; he's serving as Nathan's conscience and helping

exclaimed. "I wasn't wrong then. Nathan

in Nathan's body, of course, also told me that he is raising an army to

happened faster than anyone expected. I mean, we were on high alert because we had a Feral attack days

ago? When I was still unconscious in that

The timing was... perfect." Ramsey held my gaze. "Almost as if

that why he had picked the fight with me in

straighter despite the

first attack caught us completely off guard. What was most confusing was that most of the armies he led that

shocked. "But they're impossible to control without their Trinax. They attack anything that

These moved with purpose, with strategy.

chest. Someone who could control Ferals at that scale possessed power beyond

they retreated," Ramsey continued. "We thought it was over, that we'd survived the worst of it." A

back?"

third day. And this time, he wasn't alone. He'd formed alliances with other werewolf pack Alphas who'd turned against

the were-panthers from the southern territories, historically enemies of wolf-kind, but vampires? They kept to themselves, rarely interfering in werewolf-Lycan affairs. For them to join Nathan's

first security wall of the White Mountain Region in less than an hour. The second and third

The White Mountain defenses were legendary,

side—dark magic. The kind that makes the earth split open and swallow entire squadrons of warriors." His hands clenched into fists. "Then they hit White Hill Pack on the outskirts. It was a massacre. That pack lies in ruins now, Lyla. Nothing left but

ruins. What would be the fate of werewolves then? On the other hand, White Hill Lycan Pack was small but ancient, and it was known for its healers and scholars. They'd posed no threat to

joined resources, formed three factions under the major packs left: The White Cloud Faction, The White Lake Faction—Cassidy's pack—and the White

front," I

was our only hope. We developed different strategies, coordinated our defenses." A hint of pride entered his voice. "We managed to repel the second attack. The losses weren't as devastating, but many

to reconcile the Nathan I knew with the monster Ramsey described. But it wasn't Nathan, I reminded myself.

here?" I asked. "If White Mountain is under threat, why aren't you with