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."

asked, scanning the room for Kieran or any

first responders," Lenny explained. "It was because of them that

pride in their loyalty and fear for their safety. They'd fought so hard to regain their humanity—now they

"Remember, you'll be fighting with

I know it seems like too much, but it's our best solution. The more Ferals

time, and that was with only three hundred and fifty

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

the pack house and up a flight of stairs that led to the observation tower. From this vantage point, we could see for miles in

it was bright enough for me to see whatever it was that Ramsey

my breath. The northern border of White Mountain territory was lined with Ferals—not dozens or hundreds, but thousands. They stood in perfect formation, unnaturally still for creatures known for their savage unpredictability, and behind them loomed darker shapes with faces that could not be seen – Trinaxes. Each of them seemed to be controlling a particular unit of Ferals. "Goddess," I whispered. "There must be ten

armies where a lone figure stood. Even from this distance, something about

"Xander," I breathed.

you know," as he spoke, he placed the binoculars to his eyes again. He looks different. Older

studied the distant figure, wondering what had come over Xander. I was also fighting the urge not to look at it. "Why aren't they attacking?" I decided to change the topic

something," Ramsey

I realised the truth. "They're waiting for

"The prophecy. 'When the Moonsinger

rise, the Moonsinger's sacrifice shall break the eternal chains. The Dark One returns," I added, recalling the fragment

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

trying to bring down the walls that protect the White Mountain Region. If they do that, with such a large amount of Ferals, we

mix of love and sadness. Love for the man in front of me,

was the solution, but again, I was the love of his life, and his duty was to

and the only reason why Xander is going through all this is me. Once I am out

Freya, with Caius,

fall in less than five minutes if they ever face those ferals. They are no match for them, but Lyla will make it

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