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."

influence?" he

her influence? Certainly, loving her had changed me, made me bolder, and made me less willing to compromise on what mattered. But this

I'm tired of half-measures. Nathan—or whatever he's

approvingly. "The pack will follow you. The

about White Lake?" Lenny asked. "That was

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

if they refuse?"

his gaze steadily. "Then I will send troops myself. I know Elder Thorne is sulking because I refused to marry his daughter again when I've made it

always been the diplomatic Lycan Leader who

moment. Warriors from the White Lake pack are the finest breeds of Warriors to ever exist, and Thorne knows

in 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

tension until Gamma Darius

captured Ferals?" Darius asked.

I replied. "The ritual is set for the full

aren't ordinary Ferals. They've killed dozens, maybe hundreds. The more a Feral kills, the

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

fails?"

immediately. We all knew the risk. If Lyla's control over the Ferals slipped during the ritual, we'd have three hundred and fifty bloodthirsty monsters

I said with more confidence

and it is good that you're in love.

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

White Moon Throne doesn't accept her?" he complained again. "You and Cassidy would