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.

same energy could knock down at least one hundred Ferals fifty feet away and give the non-elite warrior the advantage

with approval. "But we need more precision. The timing between my peak

his brow. "It's difficult

practice," I replied. "In battle,

my singing with instinctive accuracy. By the

crystals dimmed to their normal state. "Do not practice after this; remember, we must conserve energy for unexpected events. We cannot go

He was the head warrior of the other ten. "Take your men to the healers; they'll know what to do with you lot. Just

the other warriors left the training ground together. I

"We're improving, but

said grimly. "But remember—you twenty are only part of our strategy. The ritual tonight will give us

expression skeptical. "Can you really control them in

replied,

before their next training session. I accepted it gratefully, gulping down the

are always hardest on your voice," the

perfect," I agreed, starting toward the

been in constant preparation—training fighters, strengthening defenses, and planning strategies. Tonight's ritual with the Ferals would be our most desperate gamble

the Moon Temple. I needed to teach them to fight with me, like Garin and Killian's men. I couldn't afford hesitation or wasted motion if we were forced into a battle

train together to maximize our effectiveness in battle. That was the challenge with supernatural powers—they required careful coordination to be effective. You have to use them right—or risk killing your

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

felt it—a flicker in the air. I stood still for

His body slammed into mine, pushing me from my car

BOOM.

Heat washed over us as

rang painfully as Lenny rolled off me and instantly used his hand to cover my head. I heard him groan out in pain as a few of the debris brushed against

gone. What replaced it

me from the burning flames coming from the car.