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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were on me with a mix of devotion and recognition. I turned my attention to the wounded

priestesses who stood nearby, still trembling with fear.

been trying to tear them apart. Now, those same creatures sat docile, watching my every movement like lost pups

right," I assured them.

to a stone dais beneath a sheltered portico, the Ferals trailed after me, maintaining a respectful distance but clearly unwilling to let me out of

her way through, her eyes wide with

gone for a minute. What

you should worry about. I'm

the Goddess," she whispered, pulling me into a fierce embrace. When she finally released me, her hands remained on my shoulders as she studied my face.

smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest that had nothing to do with my

slipped out naturally, though I'd never called her that before. It felt strange on my tongue, yet somehow right. Nanny's face lit up

their wolves die," I

nodded, following as I moved toward the wounded girls. "You've healed yourself nicely," she observed. "Have you ever considered becoming a High Priestess? The temple could use

"One life-altering role at a time,

blood despite the hasty bandages applied

my hands palms-up

was something different—a sequence of notes that seemed to arise from somewhere deep within

from my palms, not hot but cool like mountain spring water. The ethereal fire twisted and coiled in the air, forming intricate patterns before descending

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

hours. Gradually, the wounds on the girls' bodies began to close, angry red giving way to pink and then unblemished skin. Color returned to their cheeks, and their breathing deepened

open. They looked

the crowd, tears 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

offered her a small smile but didn't respond. The reverence in her eyes, in

"Stop being dramatic. You're making

Terra sniffed back tears, giving me an apologetic smile.