The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 349: The final hour: planning

Lyla

I headed toward the war council room, trying to gather my thoughts.

Before I even reached the door, I could hear voices arguing inside. Someone was suggesting sending decoys as warriors first, instead of risking the lives of innocent warriors for some experiments, precisely the kind of thinking that would get our people killed.

I pushed open the heavy steel door with enough force to make it slam against the wall. The loud bang echoed through the room, causing every head to turn toward me. The arguing stopped instantly.

Ramsey sat at the head of the round table, cradling his head. I could tell he’s had enough of everything already. He was surrounded by members of our war council, fleeing werewolf Alphas who had taken shelter in the White Mountains and Alpha Lycans who sat uniformly to the right of Ramsey as if mingling with the werewolf Alphas would diminish them.

The viewing screen was on, showing a detailed landscape of all the land surrounding the White Mountains. Maps covered the table’s surface, marked with strategic positions and attack routes.

Someone was at the screen, pointing at the different battle plans they’ve come up with, showing different movements for our troops and strategies.

"Babe!" Ramsey called my attention, rising to his feet with a broad smile as he approached me. The rest of the table followed suit. "Where have you been? Changing and bathing took so long."

When he reached me, he captured my lips in a soft kiss and would have kept going if the noisy clearing of throats from the Alphas had not interrupted us. When we pulled apart, Ramsey searched my face.

"Are you alright? Do you still feel sick?"

"I’m fine," I grinned at him. "I lost track of time and couldn’t come as soon as possible, but I’m here now." I pushed past Ramsey, addressing the rest of the room. "I’m sorry I came late."

Without another word, I walked straight to the head of the table. In one swift motion, I swept my arm across the surface, sending all the maps and strategy papers flying to the ground. They scattered like fallen leaves.

Everyone stared at me in stunned silence.

"Strategy won’t help us," I started, breaking the silence. "Neither would the strength of our warriors. We might have a billion warriors, and yet we’ll be subdued. We only need to agree on how to attack and which group goes with which. The fight against the Ferals won’t be won with weapons or an extensive knowledge of fighting wars – we must use our abilities as werewolves and Lycans."

From the far end of the table, Circe began clapping slowly. A pleased smile spread across her face. She was sleeping when I walked in.

don’t think these men grasp how powerful magic is—the goddess’s given ability. You

grateful for the support. "When we go out on the battlefield, we’ll fight as werewolves and Lycans should. We’re not humans...our wounds heal, we have wolves and Lycans. There’s no way we can face these beasts without meeting

the room. Since no one was talking,

damage to us. If we follow my suggestion, we’d have the upper hand and

furrowed and asked. "So, what

good people – brave, loyal and submissive to their Lycan Leader Ramsey even though they don’t show it. By coming here, I know

like humans when they needed to

lead," I

had drawn close to the table, and our eyes met. I could see the question there, the concern, but also the trust.

from my right, "what

see me clearly. "The Ferals are corrupted

"Yes?" Darren shrugged.

but underneath that corruption, they’re still Lycans or werewolves, and we have our proof. Didn’t I restore the sanity

"Which means?" Darren pressed.

we do. But instead of drawing power from

"We don’t fight them with our physical strength. We fight them with our spiritual connection to the first Moonsinger,

nodded and raised her hand, indicating

nodded, and she rose to her feet. "What the Moonsinger is saying is the truth. Brute force won’t work against these

certain level

setting up traps or whatsoever. Remember,

us to think like Ferals?" Vega turned

but also think like Lycans. Every Feral is connected to their Trinax, and the logical thing to

the first time since

it seems to work against killing them, they would jump on their shoulders too. They’re not as mindless as we think they

controlled by the Dark One himself?" Darren