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 reminded him. "And I'm not losing Ramsey to

our forces were reorganized and moving into

caught my arm. "Be careful, Moonsinger", he warned. "Fox magic is

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

to the Ferals, using a low hum to direct them forward. They moved as one unit, clearing a path through the confusion. Unlike the regular warriors, visual illusions didn't fool the Ferals—they

into the camp, searching for any sign of Ramsey or Lenny. The sounds of battle surrounded us—metal clashing against metal, howls of pain and rage, the

I spotted him—Ramsey, surrounded by what appeared to be his own warriors, yet something

Nathan.

to sing—not the gentle melodies I'd used before, but a battle song. The Ferals responded instantly,

the chaos, carrying power that made the fox illusions waver. Several warriors near Ramsey suddenly flickered, their appearances shifting

face as he spotted me. I could see the moment he realized something

I moved to reach him, a figure stepped into my path—Gamma Darius. He had a cold look on

he said, his voice

me: the missing advisor,

the traitor,"

the Gamma Darius I knew. "I prefer the term 'strategic investor.' I'm

I could see Ramsey fighting desperately, but he was outnumbered

voice hardening as I made hand

"We want you. The Moonsinger. The one

possessed, but my Ferals were faster. They intercepted him, but in a flash, he slithered away from them. For an old man, he

tell me I am fighting an illusion," I rolled my