The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 300

Lyla

"False alarm," Ramsey announced as he strode into the war room. "There was no breach at the northern gate."

I looked up from the ritual preparations I was reviewing with Nanny. "What about the dead sentries?"

"That part was real," he said grimly. "Three warriors, throats slit. But there's no evidence of an invading force. No tracks, no scents, nothing."

Something cold settled in my stomach. "An inside job."

Ramsey nodded. "Someone wanted to draw our attention away from something else."

"Or someone," Gamma Darius added, his eyes meeting mine. "Like the bomb in your car."

We all fell silent, the implications hanging heavy in the air. White Moon had a traitor—perhaps more than one—working for Nathan.

"The ritual must continue", I said finally. "We need those Ferals fighting for us, not against us."

"I'll increase security around the ritual grounds," Ramsey decided. "No one gets within a hundred yards except those directly involved."

I shook my head. "No, Ramsey. The ritual requires solitude. Just me and the Ferals."

"Absolutely not." His tone was firm. "Not with a traitor in our midst."

"The ritual won't work otherwise," Nanny interjected. "Ancient magic has requirements that can't be ignored. Interference from others will disrupt the energy flow."

Ramsey looked torn, his desire to protect me warring with our desperate need for the Ferals' strength.

"I'll be fine," I assured him, touching his arm. "The Ferals won't hurt me. They respond to my voice."

After much argument, we reached a compromise: guards would maintain a perimeter around the ritual grounds, far enough away not to interfere with the magic but close enough to respond if anything went wrong.

As sunset approached, I retreated to prepare myself. In my room, I bathed in water infused with sacred herbs, cleansing my body and spirit. Nanny helped me dress in the traditional ritual garb—a flowing white gown with golden embroidery that caught the light like liquid moonbeams.

"Are you certain about this?" she asked as she wove moonflowers into my hair. "Converting so many Ferals at once has never been attempted."

we have?" I replied. "Nathan arrives by morning. We need every fighter

rereading the prophecy. The part about

tonight first," I interrupted. "One impossible task

was waiting. His breath caught visibly when he saw

the Moon Goddess herself," he

his voice. "Let's

ritual grounds—a natural clearing in the heart of White Mountain territory. The

right here," Ramsey promised, stopping at the perimeter line.

interrupting the ritual once it began could have disastrous consequences. With a

I gave the signal. These weren't ordinary Ferals—they were the elite fighters the Dark One had

had a

the clearing, feeling the place's energy intensify as moonlight began to spill through the trees. The Ferals sensed

I commanded, my voice carrying

handlers hesitated,

"Now," I insisted.

Ferals watched them go but made

hum softly, establishing a connection with them. The familiar melody calmed their restless movements. They

rose higher, I moved to the next phase. I took a handful of crushed herbs from a golden bowl and cast them

my voice gaining power, "hear my call. These souls before me are lost between worlds, neither wolf nor human. Guide them

if in pain. I continued, my

line of the first Moonsinger,

into the fire. The flames surged higher, illuminating the clearing with ghostly blue light. The Ferals howled in unison, their bodies

the most dangerous part. I stepped toward the nearest Feral—Shadow, my little protector—and

to the light," I commanded. "Remember who you

my eyes, his form began to change—not to human, but to a normal wolf. The feral madness

me and

by one, touching each Feral and repeating the invocation. Some transformed more easily than others.

throbbed where I'd

I whispered, stumbling slightly as I approached one

eyes still burned with madness as I placed my

to the light," I commanded,

sensed my weakness. With a vicious snarl,

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