The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 298 298: 36 hours before the war...

Lyla

I gripped the training staff tight and ducked just in time as the Elite warrior lunged at me with a clean strike that was both powerful and fast. Too fast for a regular warrior, but I wasn't fighting regulars.

I moved through the combat routine with fluid precision, my body perfectly synced with the twenty warriors surrounding me. These weren't ordinary fighters—they were the Moonsingers' Guard, an elite unit specially trained to channel and amplify my abilities on the battlefield.

These warriors were trained specifically to fight with a Moonsinger. Timing, rhythm, and motion were the most important factors—they moved in sync with my energy. Rather than following orders, they responded to my instincts.

"Focus on the resonance," I called out, my voice carrying across the training field. "Feel the vibration in your core."

I twisted and slammed my elbow into the ribs of the warrior in front of me. His name was Garin. He grunted as he hit the ground. Sweat poured from us, steam rising in the cold morning air.

"Again," I said.

The warriors of twenty divided themselves into two equal groups, ten warriors in each group.

Ten of them came forward, forming a tight circle around me. We sparred in rotation—quick, brutal exchanges. No downtime. No comfort. This wasn't training for endurance – it was training for survival.

My voice couldn't be used inside an insulated battlefield, so we worked with eye signals, energy syncing, and pressure points. They had learned how to read my movements, shift when I shifted, and become my extension.

This was Ramsey's greatest gift to me. Because he knew that if there ever was a war, he might be too distracted to protect me. He worried that I might get entranced into my moonsinging – even though that has never happened, he didn't want to take chances. So, he created shields for me.

When I finished training with the ten warriors and entered the middle of the battle, each of them held a special crystal dagger that hummed in response to my singing. These weapons, crafted from rare moonstone, were designed primarily to conduct the energy of my voice directly into battle.

I started singing the battle song with a low hum that gradually built into a melodic pattern. The crystals in their daggers glowed brighter with each note. This was the most critical part of our training—synchronizing their movements to the fluctuations in my voice.

"Now!" I commanded, hitting a high, sharp note.

The warriors moved as one, slashing their daggers through the air in perfect unison. Energy rippled from the blades, creating a wave of force that knocked over the training dummies fifty feet away.

feet away and give

need more precision. The timing between my

sweat from his brow. "It's difficult to predict

practice," I replied. "In battle, that half-second

anticipate the peaks and valleys of my singing with instinctive accuracy. By the end, even I was exhausted,

watching with satisfaction as the crystals dimmed to their normal state. "Do not

ten. "Take your men to the healers; they'll know what to

the other warriors left the training ground together. I noticed Killian remained behind. He was Ramsey's distant cousin from his

a respectful bow. "We're improving, but not

remember—you twenty are only part of our strategy. The

Ferals," he said, his expression skeptical. "Can you really control them

find out," I replied, not wanting to admit my

warriors dispersed to rest before their next training session. I accepted it

voice," the maid observed. "Perhaps some honey

agreed,

heading for White Mountain. Since then, we'd been in constant preparation—training fighters, strengthening defenses, and planning strategies. Tonight's ritual with the Ferals would be our most desperate gamble

get cleaned up before meeting Nanny, who would be coming with priestesses and Sigma female fighters from the Moon Temple. I needed to teach them to fight with

maximize our effectiveness in battle. That was the challenge with supernatural

bottle into a bin and headed toward the garage where my car was parked. I

flicker in the air. I

before I could blink. His body slammed into mine, pushing me from my car with such force that it sent us both crashing to

BOOM.

deafening explosion rocked the air. Heat washed over us as my car

hand to cover my head. I heard him groan out in pain as a few of the debris brushed

my head; my car was gone. What replaced it was twisted metal and debris where it once

up, still shielding me from the burning flames coming from the car. "Are you hurt?"