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."

"And I'm not losing

minutes, our forces were reorganized

"Be careful, Moonsinger", he warned. "Fox magic is disorienting. Trust

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

perimeter, the whole place was filled with chaos. Warriors fought warriors, many wearing the same colors, making it impossible to

on my connection to the Ferals, using a low hum to direct them forward. They moved as one unit, clearing a path

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

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

Nathan.

my Ferals toward the trap closing around Ramsey. As we drew closer, I began to sing—not the gentle melodies I'd used

voice cut through the chaos, carrying power that made the fox illusions waver. Several warriors near Ramsey suddenly flickered, their appearances shifting rapidly before settling back into false

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 the warriors surrounding

him, a figure stepped into my path—Gamma

he said, his voice

on me: the missing

the traitor," I

knew. "I prefer the term 'strategic investor.' I'm simply backing the

see Ramsey fighting desperately, but he

I said, my voice hardening as I made hand gestures at the

replied calmly. "We want you. The Moonsinger. The

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

tell me I am fighting an