The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 295: The New Order

Ramsey

I stared at the stack of reports on my desk, each page with numbers representing lives lost and battles fought. Two weeks had passed since the Feral attacks, and we were still counting our dead.

"Fifty-three warriors killed in action," Lenny said, standing at attention as he delivered his analysis. "Another seventy-two wounded, eighteen of them critically. We lost four healers who were trying to evacuate civilians."

My grandfather shifted in his chair, his expression grim. His arm was still in a cast from where a Feral had nearly torn it off. The Elders of the White Moon Pack and the Council of the White Mountain Region sat in a semicircle, their faces solemn as they absorbed the casualties.

"What about the enemy's losses?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.

"We captured alive approximately two hundred Ferals," Lenny continued. "Another thirty or so died when they turned on each other in the confusion. We also took down fifteen of Nathan's elite guards who were commanding the Ferals."

"And the refugees?" I asked.

"Three hundred and twenty-seven from the Southern Packs," Lenny replied. "Mostly women, children, and elders. Sixty-two warriors among them, all loyal to the fallen Alphas."

Gamma Darius stood silently behind my chair, his presence a comfort. Unlike most of the elders, Darius had been on the front lines with me, fighting to protect our people.

"The Ferals showed unexpected coordination," Lenny added. "They moved like a trained military unit, not like the mindless beasts we're used to facing."

"That's Nathan's influence," my grandfather growled. "Or whatever is controlling him."

an elder murmured, and several others nodded

a heavy silence fell over the room. I waited, knowing what would come next: the criticism, the second-guessing,

I wasn't disappointed.

eighty years, "what measures will be put in place for the next attack?

They'd seen what Lyla could do—how she'd calmed the Ferals, healed the wounded—but old Lycans were slow to trust Lyla's power, and since

powerful ally," I said carefully, "but we're strengthening our defenses regardless. Additional barriers are being constructed

well and good," Elder Silva pressed, "but shouldn't we be seeking

interrupted Elder Maddox of the White Mountain Council, rising to his feet. "We need to focus on helping

up sharply. "The

Packs," he clarified, as

do that?" I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear

we be more worried about food and resources being depleted by the presence of these foreigners? We don't know how long the war will last,

women and children because they're from the 'enemy

he said firmly, meeting my gaze without shame. "Their Alphas chose to

I stood slowly, walking up to Elder

few weeks ago?" I asked quietly. "Telling me to go pay for

could respond, I turned to

listened to your advice, deferred to your experience." I swept my gaze across their shocked

to the center of the room, feeling a strange calm wash over me. "Starting today, I'm dissolving all councils. Both the White Mountain Council and the White

and protests erupted around me. My grandfather's eyes widened, but there was something like

do that!" Elder Silva sputtered.