The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 314

Chapter 314 314: Awakening II

Lyla

This moment, this fight… was to his delight because he was harnessing the powers, using them to awaken himself and escape the curse. My weakness was his strength.

I have to stop.

"I have to stop," I murmured, hoping Nanny could hear me. Everything was sounding so far away.

"What did you say?" I heard her ask.

"I have to stop," I murmured again, trying not to cry. "He's using my strength… that's why I'm weak. Please help me stop…"

"What!" Nanny brought her ear close to my mouth. "What are you saying?"

The Blue Cloak had reached Ramsey. I wanted to scream out, gods!, I tried to call out to Ramsey, but the words were stuck in my throat, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

Lenny saw the cloak but not the knife… Just as he realised… the knife glittered in the hot afternoon sun…

Ten thousand years ago, when the sun shone so fiercely in the sky like it was now, Neriah had witnessed the death of her mate, Thames, dying in the arms of the man she had to marry, Rian.

I watched as the knife came up again, glittering with sun and blood…

"Lyla!" I heard Nanny's voice calling my name from afar.

I was so weak, I couldn't answer.

thousand years ago, Neriah

down my cheek as I turned to stare at the sun… I couldn't stop it… I was

me completely. My knees had already buckled, my body collapsing as the last of my

of battle grew distant, as if I were sinking

too far, used too much power. My

me like a comet. As it drew closer,

I whispered in

wolf—my dead wolf—stood before me in this strange in-between place. She was radiant, and her fur

growled, her voice echoing in my mind. "Fight with your strength and

I said. "I used all

on that," Nymeris replied impatiently. "Your singing, your transformation

questions flooded my mind. How was Nymeris here? Had she ever truly died? Was this just a hallucination as my consciousness began to

can wait," Nymeris interrupted my thoughts.

me—not the external power I channelled when singing, but something deeper, more primal.

eyes. I was still in the ceremonial circle, Nanny kneeling beside me with tears streaming down her face. My elite guards and the former Ferals fought desperately to hold back a new wave of enemies that had broken

I'd been pouring into transforming the

stood, suddenly, that the movement made

time," I said, my voice stronger than it

Nanny's protests. The nearest Feral lunged at me, but I raised my hand. Blue flame erupted from my palm—not the gentle healing energy I usually channelled, but raw power. The flame struck the Feral, and it

need to transform them. I just needed to stop

to weaken every Feral and let the warriors do

the wind, untouchable and unstoppable. With each wave of my hand, blue flames shot forth, striking Ferals and dropping them instantly. My aura extended around me, a field of power that made nearby

Moonsinger!" Killian shouted

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