The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 296: The New Order II

Ramsey

"A war council," I replied. "Comprised of those who actually fight, not those who only talk. Warriors, healers, strategists, people who are in touch with reality and not people who sit in their glass houses all day drinking wine. People chosen for their skills, not their bloodlines."

I turned to Lenny. "Prepare a list of candidates. Include representatives from the refugee packs—they know Nathan's strategies better than anyone."

"Yes, Alpha," Lenny replied, already making notes.

"This is not acceptable," Elder Silva protested weakly. "The council has existed since the founding of the White Mountain Region. It is the oldest union of this world."

"And now it's gone," I said. "You're all dismissed."

"So, you will deny us of our rights to participate in the affairs of our packs and this region for mere sentiments, Alpha Ramsey?" Elder Silva said.

"Yes!" I nodded. "Tell me, when was the last time the council advised me on anything that turned out good? Even after changing the previous council members with you all, I needed to surround myself with people I thought were good, but you are as bad as the previous council members."

"That's not true, Alpha..."

"This conversation is over," I interrupted him. "Leave, please... all of you. I don't want to be tempted to lock you all in the dungeons."

They filed out slowly, some glaring, others too shocked to show any emotion. When only my grandfather, Darius, and Lenny remained, I sank back into my chair.

"That was quite a performance," my grandfather said, his lips twitching.

"Not a performance," I corrected. "A long overdue change."

he

considered the question. Was it her influence? Certainly, loving her had changed me, made me bolder, and made me less willing to compromise

admitted. "But mostly it's because I'm tired of half-measures. Nathan—or whatever he's

pack will follow

Lenny asked. "That was a

I said. "Send the message today. They have forty-eight hours to

if they refuse?"

I will send troops myself. I know Elder Thorne is sulking because I refused to marry his daughter again when I've made it clear that I have a fated mate. I don't intend to marry

them exchanged glances, clearly surprised by my aggression. I'd always been the diplomatic Lycan Leader who sought compromise.

this critical moment. Warriors from the White Lake pack are the finest breeds of

the mood to cuddle anyone who isn't Lyla?" I interrupted my grandfather. "He's your friend. You had best talk to him; otherwise, he'll pay with his blood this time. Every pack in the White Mountain Region belongs to me. I own their warriors, too; I should not be begging and cuddling to have my warriors come

place crackled with tension

Lyla's ritual with the captured Ferals?" Darius asked. "Is she

been working with them daily," I replied. "The ritual is set for the full moon, three

she can transform them back?" Lenny asked skeptically. "These aren't ordinary Ferals. They've killed dozens, maybe hundreds. The more a Feral kills,

need a complete ritual under the full moon. If it works, we'll have three

it fails?" my grandfather

over the Ferals slipped during the ritual, we'd have three

won't fail," I said with more confidence than I

times, Ramsey, and it is good that you're in love. However,

him, raising my hand. "I don't want to hear it. I am not in the mood to hear you yapping about my mate. I've seen Lyla in action. She's powerful. Before she even had all her powers, she's always had that aura about her. Can

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