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."

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

Within minutes, our

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

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

we reached the perimeter, the whole place was 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 and fought just like the real ones

a path through the confusion. Unlike the regular warriors, visual illusions

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

be his own warriors, yet

Nathan.

trap closing around Ramsey. As we drew closer, I began to sing—not the gentle

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

could see the moment he realized

into my path—Gamma Darius. He had a cold look on his

his voice oddly flat.

when it dawned on me: the missing

the traitor,"

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

he

him," I said, my voice hardening as

we don't want him," Darius replied calmly. "We want you. The Moonsinger.

but in a flash, he slithered away from them. For an old

me I am fighting an illusion," I rolled