The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 291 291: Healing...

Lyla

The scene that greeted me was chaos.

Three young girls in white robes lay sprawled on the ground, blood pooling beneath their still forms. Several more were backed against the temple wall, their faces frozen in terror as Ferals advanced on them.

In the center of the courtyard, Ramsey is fighting desperately against three massive Ferals who surround him. Despite his Lycan strength, he was outnumbered and already wounded, adding to the previous wounds and exhaustion he hadn't healed from. Fresh blood was now streaming down his face and arms.

Without hesitation, I step forward, placing myself between the cowering girls and the advancing Ferals.

As if sensing my presence, every Feral turned towards me simultaneously. What happened next came as a shock even to me, questioning everything I already knew about these creatures—they stopped. Their aggressive posture softened, and their heads tilted in my direction as if they recognized who I was.

"Hey, babies," I say softly. "Long time no see."

The nearest Feral makes a sound halfway between a whine and a growl. They're looking at me with unexpected awareness in their eyes, something beyond the mindless hunger that typically drives them.

Following pure instinct, I began to sing. The melody was different from my healing song—it was darker and resonated with some deep ancestral memory I didn't know I possessed.

The effect is immediate. The eyes of all the Ferals turn from the red glinting eyeballs they were moments ago to black, and they sit back on their haunches, watching me. Their eyes remain fixed on me, transfixed by the sound of my voice. Even the ones attacking Ramsey turn away from him, drawn to me instead.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Ramsey staring at me in disbelief, his expression shifting from battle-ready to awestruck. The terrified apprentices watched with equal astonishment as the creatures that had been about to tear them apart now sat docile, almost reverent.

As my voice filled the courtyard, the wind picked up again, swirling around us in a miniature cyclone. Leaves and petals dance in its wake, creating a living barrier between the Ferals and the rest of the temple grounds.

In this moment, with the Ferals responding to my call and nature itself amplifying my power, I understand what it truly means to be a Moonsinger. This is more than an ability, more than an inherited responsibility—this was ancient magic, older than packs, older than the division between human and wolf.

I could see the relieved expression on everyone's face. I was their guardian. This is what it means to have power: to help the people and to give them relief. At that moment, I knew what choice I had to make.

And for the first time since losing Nymeris, I felt truly whole.

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now pacified, their eyes were on me with a mix of devotion and recognition. I turned my attention to the

to move them," I instructed the other priestesses who stood nearby, still trembling with fear. "Place them on a raised platform away from

women hesitated, their gazes darting between me and the Ferals that had, just moments ago, been trying to tear them apart. Now, those same creatures sat docile, watching my every

all right," I assured them. "They

wounded to a stone dais beneath a sheltered portico, the Ferals trailed after me, maintaining a respectful distance but clearly

way through, her eyes wide with disbelief. When she reached me,

only gone for

should worry

When she finally released me, her hands remained on my shoulders as she studied my face. "My little girl is all grown up

chest that had nothing to do with my newfound powers.

that before. It felt strange on my tongue, yet somehow right. Nanny's face lit up with a joy so pure it made my heart

wolves die,"

healed yourself nicely," she observed. "Have you ever considered becoming a High Priestess? The temple could

life-altering role

young women lay. Their faces were ashen, their wounds still seeping blood despite the hasty bandages applied by the priestesses. I could sense the weakening pulse of their

beside them, placing my hands palms-up over their

began to hum. It wasn't the same melody I'd used with the Ferals or with the healing tree. This was something different—a sequence of notes that seemed to arise from somewhere deep

spring water. The ethereal fire twisted and coiled in

I ignored them, focusing entirely on the task at hand. I could feel the blue energy seeking out injuries, mending torn flesh, replenishing lost blood, coaxing

though they felt like hours. Gradually, the wounds on the girls' bodies began to close, angry red giving way to pink and then unblemished

fluttered open. They looked around in confusion,

streaming down her face as she approached the dais. "The Goddess is so merciful to me," she exclaimed. "Who would have thought I would see a Moonsinger in

smile but didn't respond. The reverence in her eyes, in all

said, "Stop being dramatic.

giving me an apologetic smile. "You're the best