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.

how powerful magic is—the goddess’s given ability. You don’t fight it with weapons or trained warriors... You fight with your

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 them in the

throughout the room. Since no one

Ferals before they cause damage to us. If we follow my suggestion, we’d have the

with his brow furrowed and asked.

Leader Ramsey even though they don’t show it. By coming here, I know they were willing to die for this

thinking like humans when they needed to think

my lead,"

and our eyes met. I could see the question there,

from my right, "what

see me clearly. "The Ferals are corrupted wolves. No one knows whether they’re Lycans or

"Yes?" Darren shrugged.

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

"Which means?" Darren pressed.

they respond to the same lunar energy as we do. But instead of

physical strength. We fight them with our spiritual connection to the first Moonsinger, in sync with

raised her hand, indicating

Brute force won’t work against these creatures.

they always fight with a certain level of coordination," Alpha Winters muttered. "I read

Coordination is simply working together, or going with a particular group or not. It’s not setting up traps or whatsoever.

to think like

like Lycans. Every Feral is connected to their Trinax, and the logical thing to do is first to destroy the Trinax, but then, it can regroup and find

whatever we do," Caius cut in for the first time

against killing them, they would jump on their shoulders too.

different Feral group controlled by the Dark One himself?" Darren