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.

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

a

into my ears. "He’s fine, Lyla. You can come

the weakened creatures we’d just defeated – these were stronger and seemed to know what

with everything I had, channelling my abilities and every combat skill I learned. Without my wolf form, I had to

blasting white light from my hands, cutting through Feral after Feral. But

Ferals fought with intelligence and coordination—nothing like the mindless beasts we’d

unconscious form while trying to reach Caius and Terra. But I was tiring fast. The exertion of using my abilities,

Then I saw them.

smoke, moving towards me. My blood ran cold as I recognized them—the same

Trinax, which turned out to be Mr. Dupree. Seeing them again could only mean one thing: Xander was nearby, and they’d been hunting for me

Unlike the chaotic battle around us, they moved patiently like they had the whole time in the world. They knew exactly

backed toward where Ramsey and the others lay motionless, keeping myself between them and the advancing Ferals. My hands glowed

whispered, raising my hands in

just circled, studying me. Then,

watched death rushing toward me from every angle, knowing there was no

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jerked backwards mid-leap, a tranquillizer dart protruding from its neck. The Feral stumbled and crashed to

through the smoke, his tactical crossbow already loaded with another dart. He was bleeding from his head, arms... There were also blood-stained patches

shouted over

the three priestesses, who had come with Terra

the nearest Feral without hesitation, pulling a dagger from beneath her

another one, her hands burning brightly with protective ward magic that sent the Feral flying backwards into a

left me with

erupted from my fists

under its claws and driving my knee into its stomach. As it doubled over, I grabbed its head and

ready. I caught its arm mid-swing and twisted, using its momentum to flip

was still crackling around my hands, but

close immediately. The dart puncture sealed itself. The knife wound knitted together. Even the

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