The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 308 308: The Battle Begins

Ramsey

I stood with my warriors at the edge of the forest, watching as the weapon master's trucks arrived. This moment had been months in the making. Ever since the first Feral attacks, I'd been working with our best craftsmen to develop weapons that could effectively combat these threats.

"Right on time," I said as Master Gregor approached, carrying a large metal case.

"Everything you requested, Alpha," he reported, opening the case to reveal rows of specialized ammunition. "Silver nitrate bullets for the rifles and pistols. The tips are hollow-point—they'll expand on impact for maximum damage."

Lenny whistled lowly. "These will tear through a Feral like paper."

"That's the idea," I replied grimly.

Gregor's apprentices unloaded more cases from the trucks. "We've also brought the grenades and explosives," he explained. "The grenades contain a mixture of silver powder and wolfsbane extract. They'll create a cloud that will weaken any were-creature caught in the blast radius."

"And the explosives?" I asked.

"Mountain ash shrapnel packed with consecrated iron," Gregor answered. "Effective against panthers and foxes alike."

I nodded, satisfied. Initially, these weapons had been developed for the war against the Dark One and his Ferals, but Nathan's betrayal had accelerated our timeline. Tonight, we would use one-third of our arsenal, hopeful that it would be enough to eliminate Nathan and his goons without depleting our reserves.

"Distribute them according to the plan," I ordered. "Rifles to the marksmen, grenades to the forward units, explosives to the perimeter teams."

As my warriors armed themselves, I checked in with the other group leaders. Lenny's eastern force was already moving through the mining tunnels. Freya's Sigma fighters had begun their silent approach through the marshlands.

"Remember," I told my unit as we boarded our vehicles, "stealth is crucial until all groups are in position. Maintain radio silence except for the coordinated attack signal."

Our vehicles had been modified for this mission—muffled engines and tires specially designed to navigate rough terrain without making noise. We moved like shadows through the forest, approaching Nathan's camp from the north.

When we reached our designated position, I signalled for the vehicles to stop. Through my binoculars, I surveyed Nathan's camp. Fires burned brightly, and the sounds of laughter and conversation drifted toward us. Nathan's forces seemed relaxed, confident—they weren't expecting an attack.

I activated my radio, keeping my voice low. "Lycan Leader to Eastern Force. Status?"

"Eastern Force in position," Lenny's voice crackled through the speaker, "Supply lines in sight. Ready to engage."

"Lycan Leader to Sigma Force. Status?"

"Sigma Force ready," Freya reported. "Western flank secured. Their guard rotation is sloppy—only four sentries for the entire perimeter."

"Confirmed," I responded. "All units prepare to attack on my mark. Three..."

signalled my warriors to ready their

"Two..."

tensed as my

"One..."

custom-made

"Mark."

of the camp. The first wave of my warriors spread out, taking strategic positions around the perimeter. Snipers climbed into trees, aiming at the few

heard the faint sounds of the beginning of combat—Lenny and Freya's forces were engaging

in," I ordered

the camp like ghosts, taking down sentries with silent efficiency. The sounds of celebration masked our movements—music blared from speakers, and

hell

up the eastern sky, followed immediately by battle cries from Freya's Sigma fighters in the west.

I shouted, abandoning

the night, finding their targets with deadly accuracy. Nathan's

fought my way through the camp, searching for any sign of Nathan. Around me, the battle raged in our favour. Our surprise attack was working—Nathan's forces were disorganized, unable to mount an effective defence against our

called from nearby. "Eastern section secured. Lenny reports the supply lines have been

another warrior reported. "Freya says Nathan's reinforcements are

done the impossible—outmanoeuvred and overwhelmed a

no panthers. No Ferals. Nathan's

settled in my gut. Something

anyone seen Nathan?" I demanded over

There was silence.

ordered my unit.

camp, toward a large tent that likely served as Nathan's command

snarls that raised the hair on my neck. I froze, recognizing the unmistakable sound of Ferals—dozens of them—and the deeper, guttural growls

a trap," I whispered, then shouted into my radio:

larger and more vicious than any I'd seen before. Their eyes shone red, a clear indication that they were still feral.

had hidden his true warriors, letting us believe we were winning while his elite killers

a perimeter! Marksmen,

designed to tear werewolves apart. I knew they would encounter difficulties since

of the command

really think I wouldn't anticipate your attack, Ramsey?" he called. "I know how you think.

weapon,

shot," Nathan warned. "And your people need you alive more

fighting desperately against the Ferals and panthers; their silver weapons were effective, but they were slowly being overwhelmed. Before long, Nathan's warriors