The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Face to face with evil...

Lyla

I tried to get up, to crawl my way to Ramsey.

If only I could move to where he lay, I could heal him. I could heal them all. A strangled sob escaped my throat as grief settled over me. I wanted to cry, to wail like Neriah when she had seen Rian lying next to Thames, both of them lifeless.

Just as the feeling settled over me, I heard a still voice.

"Lyla!"

It was Nymeris.

"Nym," I settled for a minute, straining to listen, "Is that you?"

There was silence for a bit, almost when I thought she wouldn’t answer, a soft murmur came.

"Lie on your side, Lyla, you’ll hurt the babies if you lie on your belly."

"Ramsey," I breathed out, "Everyone was hit, Nym... Maybe they’re dead."

"Hysterics and grief would do nothing for you. If you don’t want to end up dead like Neriah, you’ll do as I have told you. Lie on your back!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Nymeris was never sweet. The only time she acted tender towards me was the day I had to kill her. With the strength in me, I managed to roll back until I was lying on my back.

My hands touched my belly, wondering if the babies were doing fine.

"It’s dangerous to transform into your wolf form when you’re pregnant," Nymeris’s voice filtered into my mind again. So, it’ll be you doing all the fighting, but I’ll help you. You can do a lot in your human form, even though you’re not properly healed. We don’t have much time, so we’ll do our best."

"I thought you died," I murmured, confused "Or did everything just happen in my memory?"

"I’m here for the babies, Lyla. If you die, then I’ll be completely gone, which is what I’m trying to prevent. We have the twins to worry about, including the future."

I nodded.

My muscles unlocked, my vision cleared, and I roused myself to my feet just as a Feral launched itself

mid-leap and blasted it with a

Ramsey, Nymeris’s voice filtered into my ears. "He’s fine, Lyla. You can come back for him later. Tackle the Ferals first, I don’t have all

the weakened creatures we’d

Without my wolf form, I had to rely on speed and precision

each strike, I kept blasting white light from my hands, cutting through Feral after Feral. But for every one I destroyed, two more seemed

These Ferals

Ramsey’s and the others’ unconscious form while trying to reach Caius and Terra. But I was tiring

Then I saw them.

cold as I recognized them—the same seven I’d encountered in the Northern Forest years ago

to be Mr. Dupree. Seeing them again could only mean

face. Unlike the chaotic battle around us, they moved

between them and the advancing Ferals. My hands glowed with white light, but I felt something was wrong. I

then," I whispered, raising my hands in a fighting stance. "Let’s

studying me. Then, without warning,

every angle, knowing there was no way

***

crack split the air. One of the creatures jerked backwards mid-leap, a tranquillizer dart protruding from its neck. The Feral stumbled

through the smoke, his tactical crossbow already loaded with another dart. He was bleeding from his head,

me?" he shouted over the

Sage, one of the three priestesses, who had come with Terra to White

threw herself at the nearest Feral without hesitation, pulling a dagger from beneath

her hands burning brightly with protective ward magic that sent the Feral flying

me with

White light erupted from my fists as I struck its chest, and the magic burned through its

spun toward the second one, ducking under its claws and driving my knee into its stomach. As it doubled over, I grabbed its head and channelled my power directly into its skull. The Feral’s eyes rolled

twisted, using its momentum to

was still crackling around my hands, but my victory

puncture sealed itself. The knife wound knitted together. Even the burns from my moonsinging ability faded like

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