The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 311

Chapter 311 311: The beginning of the end...

Chapter 311 The beginning of the end...

Lyla

I jolted awake to the sounds of commotion and Ramsey hurriedly pulling on his clothes. The room was still dark, pre-dawn light barely filtering through the curtains.

"What's happening?" I mumbled, still disoriented from sleep.

"We're under attack," Ramsey said tersely. "Get dressed quickly."

That snapped me fully awake. I sat up, pushing hair from my face. "Nathan?"

"Worse." Ramsey strapped on his weapons belt. "A large army of Ferals and their Trinaxes is approaching White Mountain. It's likely the Dark One himself."

The mention of the Trinax sent cold fear through me. If they were here, this wasn't just another battle. This was the war we'd been dreading.

I leapt from bed and dressed frantically, choosing clothes I could fight in—sturdy pants, boots, and a reinforced leather jacket. As I braided my hair back, Ramsey checked his ammunition.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded, and we raced from the room. The corridor outside was chaotic with warriors rushing to their positions and civilians being directed to shelter areas.

We found Lenny, Caius, Nanny, and Freya huddled in intense conversation near the command centre. The moment they spotted Ramsey, they turned and bowed in respect.

"How severe is it?" Ramsey demanded.

"Our armies are holding the line for now," Caius replied. "There's been no attack yet. I think they're laying siege."

Ferals?" I asked, scanning the room for Kieran or any of the

that we knew the Ferals and

for their safety. They'd fought so

must do what you can," she urged. "Remember, you'll be fighting with

our options. "Or I can try to turn them normal. I know it seems like too much, but it's our best solution. The more Ferals we convert to our side, the more warriors

worry. "The ritual nearly drained you last time, and that was with only three hundred and fifty Ferals. We're talking about hundreds now, maybe

scout who had just arrived. "Lyla, come with me," he called urgently. "There's something you need to

hands reassuringly before following Ramsey out of the command centre. We hurried through the pack house and up a flight of stairs that led to the observation tower. From this vantage point,

for me to see whatever it was that Ramsey wanted

in perfect formation, unnaturally still for creatures known for their savage unpredictability, and behind them

armies where a lone figure stood. Even

"Xander," I breathed.

he spoke, he placed the binoculars to his eyes again.

over Xander. I was also fighting the urge not to look at it. "Why aren't they attacking?" I decided to change the

something,"

chill ran down my spine as I realised

my suspicion. "The prophecy. 'When the Moonsinger steps into the fire, darkness shall be consumed by

shall break the eternal chains. The Dark One returns," I added, recalling the fragment he'd shown

three more weeks," Ramsey pointed out. "Why is

to bring down the walls that protect the White Mountain Region. If they do that, with such a large amount of Ferals, we won't stand a chance. The

moment, my heart leapt with a mix of love and sadness. Love for the man in front of me, who would do anything to protect me and his people, and sadness because

I was the solution, but again, I was the love of

here?" I suggested, breaking the tense silence. "Let's face it, it's me they want, and the only reason why Xander is going through all this is me. Once I am out of the White Mountain Region, they won't attack it. They

this time, Nanny and Freya, with Caius,

ever face those ferals. They are no match for them, but Lyla will make it easier

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