The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 309 309: Unleashing the Beast

Ramsey

I dove to the side as something crashed through the space where I had been standing—a Feral larger than any I had seen before, its red eyes shone at me like a beacon.

The battle had just gotten a lot more complicated. We were outnumbered, outmanoeuvred, and fighting for our lives.

But I had one advantage Nathan would never understand: I wasn't fighting for power or revenge. I was fighting for my pack, for my mate, for a future worth having.

And I wasn't going to die tonight. Not when Lyla still needed me.

I faced the Feral charging toward me, it has extended its claws to tear me apart. Time seemed to slow as my survival instinct took over. For too long, we'd been fighting with restraint, hiding our true nature from the world.

No more.

"Warriors of White Mountain," I roared through the radio, "unleash the beast!"

The command triggered something primal in every Lycan under my leadership. Something we rarely showed outsiders—our true form.

Most werewolves only knew two shapes: human and our Lycans, which were bigger than an average wolf. However, there was something unique about Lycans that many people don't know. We had a third form—the war form. Half-man, half-beast, standing over nine feet tall with the strength of twenty wolves.

My body transformed instantly. My bones cracked and expanded, my muscles doubled in mass, my entire frame growing until I towered over the Feral. My face elongated into a wolfish muzzle, yet I retained my human intelligence. Fur sprouted across my skin, thick and impenetrable.

Around me, my warriors underwent the same transformation.

Nathan's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible," he whispered. "The war form is just a legend."

"Not for true Lycans," I growled, my voice was thicker in this form. "I hope it puts an end to the constant debate about us."

The Feral that had charged at me was now hesitating; it must have sensed the shift in power. I didn't give it time to retreat. With one swipe of my clawed hand, I tore through its chest. It fell, dead before it hit the ground.

"Kill them all," Nathan screamed to his forces. "Aim for their heads! It's the only way to kill a Lycan!"

He was right. In war form, Lycans were nearly invulnerable. Silver burned us, but couldn't kill us. Wolfsbane weakened us, but it wasn't fatal. Only severe brain trauma could end a Lycan in war form.

secured them over their transformed heads. We'd

their attacks on our protected heads. Bullets ricocheted off

into their wolf forms, which made them five times faster and more agile on their feet. They were tearing through the panthers with ruthless efficiency. The big cats were quick, but no match for

shrugging off attacks that would have killed them in their human

toward the southern edge of the camp where Nathan and a small

Ferals," I ordered Killian. "You're with

ground quickly, and soon we had covered the distance. Nothing stood in our way—any enemy

at the edge of the camp. The engines

them!" I commanded,

tumbled through the air, crashing into two of Nathan's escape

a single bound, and landed on the hood of Nathan's car. I crushed the entire engine

his arrogant mask. He scrambled out of the passenger side, and his

Nathan," I growled, stalking toward

to kill me to get what you want. Think about Lyla… what will she do when

opponents, five Alphas would be formidable. Against a Lycan

first two aside with one sweep of my arm. The third managed to duck under my guard and leap for my throat, but his teeth couldn't penetrate my thick fur. I grabbed him mid-air and

from Shadow Moon Pack—he hesitated, then dropped

forced us to join him. He threatened to kill

ordered, "and you'll be judged fairly

leaving Nathan exposed

backed away, his confidence entirely gone now. "You know you can't kill me, Lyla won't like that. So convenient for you to send her away while you attacked me. If you kill me, she would never forgive you," he warned, though his voice shook. "You have

I

of answering, Nathan pulled something from his pocket—a small black device with a single

explosion ripped through the camp behind us. I turned instinctively toward the sound, toward my warriors still

pack or me, Ramsey," Nathan taunted. "Choose

for Nathan to dive into the underbrush and

ordered, already racing

camp was in flames. Nathan had rigged the command tent with explosives powerful enough to take out a city block.

I barked into my

Lenny responded immediately. "Minimal casualties. What

replied grimly. "Status on the