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."

Moonsinger," I reminded him. "And I'm not losing Ramsey

our forces were reorganized and moving into

Kieran caught my arm. "Be careful, Moonsinger", he warned. "Fox magic is disorienting. Trust your instincts,

protective circle

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

focused on my connection 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 relied on scent and sound, following

of

his own warriors, yet something was wrong. They weren't protecting him but herding him toward a central tent

Nathan.

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

that made the fox illusions waver. Several warriors near

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

into my path—Gamma Darius. He had a cold

Moonsinger," he said, his voice oddly flat.

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

traitor,"

Darius I knew. "I prefer the term 'strategic

but he was outnumbered and being driven

my voice hardening as I made hand

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

speed I didn't know he possessed, but my Ferals were faster. They intercepted him, but in a flash, he slithered away from them. For an old man, he wasn't moving

me I am fighting an illusion," I rolled my