The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Old secrets...

Ramsey POV

"How many are there?" Lyla asked, and I could see her brain running in motion, already thinking of strategies.

"Nearly their entire fighting force—about three hundred warriors. They've set up fortified positions all along the border," I replied.

"And our response?"

"I've mobilised our defence units, but I've ordered them not to engage unless attacked," I explained. "I'm hoping to resolve this diplomatically first. I've sent a messenger requesting a meeting with Elder Thorne at dawn."

She nodded. "Good. We need to understand their motivation before we fight. This isn't like the White Lake Pack—we have a common enemy, we should be fighting Xander side by side, not fighting each other, and I refuse to believe that Elder Thorne, with all his sensibility, would pick a fight because you refused to marry his daughter.

"Elder Thorne is a very shrewd man. He would never do anything if he thought he would lose. There must be a reason for this," I agreed thoughtfully. "Something significant must have changed for him to take such action."

"The Dark One," Lyla suggested. "You think he has gotten hold of Elder Thorne? But what on earth would he want? I doubt if his biggest desire is to see you married to his daughter?"

"It might be the Dark One's doing, who knows?" I agreed. "Or perhaps Cassidy has convinced her father that we're the threat."

"She doesn't think we were threats. She only mentioned that she was supposed to sit on the White Moon Throne with you to unlock its power, which was her destiny. It doesn't make sense," Lyla sighed. "What will you do now?"

"I'm meeting with the War Council. I need to hear their opinion before we proceed. Like you said, I'm done trying to get everything without a touch of violence, which seems inevitable at this point."

She tried to rise from the bed. "I should come with you to the meeting. As Moonsinger, my presence might—"

"No," I said firmly, gently pressing her back against the pillows. "You're still healing, and you should rest more. I'll need you for tomorrow. Besides, anything can happen at any time. We're no longer safe in our pack."

She wanted to argue, but her eyelids were growing heavy. "Promise you'll wake me if you really need my help," she murmured.

"I promise," I said, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She yawned again. "I love you, Ramsey Kincaid. Always…"

to her, watching her fall asleep. When I

she said drowsily, fighting to stay awake. "The prophecy in my father's hidden

"Twin moon…" I supplied.

back another yawn, nodding with her eyes closed, "What if it wasn't referring to the

you

don't know yet," she admitted, becoming incoherent. "But

gently. "We'll figure it out tomorrow. Sleep

finally surrendering to exhaustion. In a few minutes,

working, trying to connect the pieces – Cassidy's attack on Lyla and her claim to

right in front of me, if

tucking Lyla in properly, I closed the bedroom door quietly and headed downstairs. My mind raced with strategies for

hour. With Seth, it

the same expression. He has been around since I was a kid, but never said a word regarding anything that happens in the pack. Never offered advice, always minded his business and was loyal

those things always

me when he

my grandfather and bring him to the garden," I ordered. "Tell

nodded, heading

meeting for an hour later. And tell the sentries to hang the peace

Caius's prompt reply. Do you think they'll respect

Thorne is old-school. He'll honour it until we meet

pack house, needing the quiet to organise my thoughts. The night air was cool against my face, carrying the

sat on a stone bench, my eyes immediately strayed to another bench across the garden—this one encased

orders so no one else could

discovered she was a Moonsinger, watched her incredible powers develop, fought beside her, nearly lost

my proposal flickered briefly through my mind. She had accepted my proposal with genuine joy, but she kept pushing back talks of us officially getting married. She would either change the topic or murmur the same excuse of how we're in a war, and we'd do

had no time to dwell on it because, in that instance, my grandfather

attack to help with his posture and healing. Despite his age, he moved with the dignity of a

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