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 warriors

"One..."

weapon—a custom-made automatic loaded with

"Mark."

strategic positions

faint sounds of the beginning of combat—Lenny and Freya's forces were engaging Nathan's warriors. Perfect. The distraction would draw

in," I

taking down sentries with silent efficiency. The sounds of celebration masked our movements—music blared from speakers, and the warriors shouted in drunken merriment. These weren't disciplined soldiers; they were revellers anticipating an easy

hell

team lit up the eastern sky, followed immediately by battle cries from Freya's Sigma fighters in the west. Chaos erupted as Nathan's warriors scrambled to

I shouted,

their weapons. Silver bullets cut through the night, finding their targets with deadly accuracy. Nathan's men fell in droves, caught completely unprepared for

our favour. Our surprise attack was

nearby. "Eastern section secured. Lenny

warrior reported. "Freya

seemed within our grasp. We had done the

something strange. Among the fallen and fighting, I saw no panthers. No Ferals. Nathan's elite forces—his most dangerous weapons—were

cold feeling settled in my gut. Something

seen Nathan?" I demanded

There was silence.

ordered my unit.

toward a large tent that likely served as Nathan's command centre.

bone-chilling howl split the air, followed by snarls that raised the hair on my neck. I froze,

my radio: "All

vicious than any I'd seen before. Their eyes shone red, a clear indication that they were still feral. Behind them came the panthers, sleek black shadows with

had hidden his true warriors, letting us believe we

ordered. "Create a perimeter!

caught in the open, surrounded by enemies like the Ferals, specifically designed to tear werewolves apart. I knew they would encounter difficulties since we

turn. Nathan stood at the entrance of the command tent, watching

attack, Ramsey?" he called. "I know

weapon, aiming for

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

desperately against the Ferals and panthers; their silver weapons were effective, but they were slowly being overwhelmed. Before