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."

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

"It was because of them that we knew the Ferals and Trinax were coming. They ran to

safety. They'd

in hers. "You must do what you can," she urged. "Remember, you'll

try to turn them normal. I know it seems like too much, but it's

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

had just

up a flight of stairs that led

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

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 thousand of

armies where a lone figure

"Xander," I breathed.

human form. In the Xander you know," as he spoke, he placed the binoculars to his eyes again. He looks different. Older and more powerful. At least that's

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

for something," Ramsey replied. "Or

I realised the truth.

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

shall break the eternal chains. The Dark One returns," I

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

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 wall is the only way

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 this was probably the hardest thing for him to

knew that I was the solution, but again, I was the love of his life,

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

Nanny and Freya, with Caius,

we need her. Our warriors will fall in less than five minutes if they ever face those ferals. They are no match for them, but Lyla will make it easier for them. We need

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