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.

years ago, Neriah

to stare at the sun… I

threatened to swallow me completely. My knees had already buckled, my body

sounds of battle grew distant, as if I were

used too much power. My consciousness began

purpose, racing toward me like a comet. As it drew closer, I could make out

I whispered in

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

waiting for?" Nymeris growled, her voice echoing in my mind. "Fight with your strength and your powers, Lyla... not

understand," I said. "I used all

singing, your transformation ability—it drains you because

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

can wait," Nymeris interrupted my thoughts.

channelled when singing, but something deeper, more primal. My own

in the ceremonial circle, Nanny kneeling beside me with tears streaming down her face. My elite

I'd been pouring into transforming the Ferals. That wasn't the way to win

that the movement made Nanny gasp in shock. "Lyla?

than it had been

stepped out of the circle, ignoring 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

them. I just needed to

was my job: to weaken every Feral

unstoppable. With each wave of my hand, blue flames shot forth, striking Ferals and dropping them instantly. My aura extended around me, a

Killian shouted to my elite

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