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.

instant, her presence flooded me like fire, giving me strength. My muscles unlocked, my vision cleared, and I roused myself to

the creature mid-leap and blasted it with a burst

"He’s fine, Lyla. You can come back for him later. Tackle the

were pouring through the destroyed tent walls. These weren’t the weakened creatures

combat skill I learned. Without my wolf form, I

my hands, cutting through Feral after Feral. But for every one I destroyed, two

rallied to help me, but were quickly overwhelmed. These Ferals fought with intelligence and

But I was tiring fast. The exertion of using my abilities, combined with the physical demands of combat, was

Then I saw them.

towards me. My blood ran cold as I recognized them—the same seven I’d encountered in the

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

fixed on my face. Unlike the chaotic battle around us, they moved patiently like they had the whole time in the world.

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

raising my hands

moment, they just circled, studying me. Then, without warning, all seven launched themselves

me from every angle, knowing

***

Ferals launched at me, a crack split the air. One of the creatures jerked backwards mid-leap, a tranquillizer dart protruding from its neck.

from his head, arms... There were also blood-stained patches on his shirt, and part of his armour was

shouted

three

pulling a dagger from beneath her clothes. She drove

burning brightly with protective ward magic that sent the Feral flying

me

closest Feral. White light erupted from my

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

its arm mid-swing and twisted, using its momentum to flip it over my shoulder. It crashed

over them, breathing hard. The white light was still crackling around my hands, but my victory

to close immediately. The dart puncture sealed itself. The knife wound knitted together. Even the burns from my

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