The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 303 303: Fatal Mistake II

Lyla

Below us, warriors were rushing toward the northern edge while others formed defensive lines. What I saw next made my blood freeze—warriors who looked exactly like our White Mountain fighters charging into the camp, led by someone who appeared to be Ramsey.

"The foxes," I whispered. "They're drawing them in by pretending to be us."

"A trap within a trap," Kieran confirmed. "Your mate thinks he's attacking Nathan, but he's actually facing illusions while the real threat surrounds him."

My mind whirled with dangerous possibilities. If Ramsey was going to fall into a trap, our original plan was useless. We needed to adapt immediately.

"Change of plans," I announced, turning to my elite warriors "Gather the Ferals. We're going in now."

"But the signal—" Garin and Killian began simultaneously.

"There won't be a signal," I cut him off. "Ramsey's walking into a trap. We need to create a diversion."

I turned back to Kieran. "How do we counter fox magic?"

"Their illusions can fool the eyes, but not scent," he replied. "Your elite warriors with their moonstone weapons can disrupt the magic if they get close enough."

A plan formed in my mind. "We'll split into three groups. Kieran, take half the Ferals and circle east—target any foxes you can identify. Karin and Killian – you will both take your elite warriors straight down the middle—use the moonstones to disrupt their magic. I will take the rest of the Ferals west to find Ramsey."

"Alone?" Garin asked "It's too dangerous."

I'm not

Within minutes, our forces were reorganized and

we separated, Kieran caught my arm. "Be careful, Moonsinger", he warned. "Fox magic is disorienting. Trust your instincts, not

of Ferals. They formed a protective circle around me as we descended toward the western edge

filled with chaos. Warriors fought warriors, many wearing the same colors, making it impossible to tell friend from foe at a glance. The fox illusions were masterful—each fake fighter moved

a path through the confusion. Unlike the regular warriors, visual illusions didn't fool the

Ramsey or Lenny. The sounds of battle surrounded us—metal clashing against metal, howls of

by what appeared to be his own warriors, yet something was wrong. They weren't protecting him but herding him toward a central tent where

Nathan.

the trap closing around Ramsey. As we drew closer, I began to sing—not the gentle melodies I'd used before, but a battle song.

fox illusions waver. Several

and turned, confusion crossing his face as he spotted me. I could see the moment he realized something was wrong—his eyes widened,

to reach him, a figure stepped into my

Moonsinger," he said, his voice oddly flat. "How

dawned on me: the missing advisor, the leaked information, the

the traitor,"

was nothing like the Gamma Darius I knew. "I prefer the term 'strategic

desperately, but he was outnumbered and being driven

said, my voice hardening as

him," Darius replied calmly. "We want you. The Moonsinger. The

know he possessed, but my Ferals were faster. They intercepted him, but in a

me I am fighting an illusion,"