The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 367: When prophecy becomes victory...

Lyla

As we prepared for the final confrontation with Xander at the ritual circle, we watched as the soul binding between him and Circe was ongoing.

At the same time, our warriors regrouped to confront the Ferals, as Nymeris had mentioned.

Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps made me turn toward the direction of the path that led towards the pack gate. A large number of sentry soldiers were running towards us, their faces grim with panic.

One of my Elite Warriors intercepted the nearest soldier. "Why are you deserting your duty post?" he barked.

"Ferals! Rogues! Foxes," the soldier gasped, his chest heaving from exertion. "They’ve broken through our outer defences. They’ve destroyed the tower and broken into the White Moon pack—they’re heading straight here!"

My blood ran cold. The ’twin moons’ power was drawing every supernatural threat in the region toward us. Just as Nymeris said, the Ferals were coming to rescue their master, and not just them; every creature with a similar defect, like the Ferals.

Lyla, Nymeris’s voice whispered in my mind, urgently. You need to come with us. These creatures will not stop until they’re destroyed. Nanny and Terra can handle protecting the bonding site.

I turned to where Nanny and Terra stood, maintaining protective wards around the ritual circle. "Nymeris says you two can protect the bonding site. The Ferals are coming, with rogues and every supernatural creature we should afford. I need to lead the defence."

Nanny nodded grimly. "Go, dear. We’ll hold this ground."

Just as I moved toward the front lines to take charge, Ramsey pulled away from the circle and came towards me, unsheathing his sword as his body began the transformation into his war form.

When he finished transforming, he came towards me, staring at me earnestly with his luminous gaze.

"Caius will not fight next to you. I am your husband and your mate, and I will protect you," he said, taking his place at my side.

Then I saw them.

from the treeline like a nightmare coming to life. Hundreds of them moved

had my powers, and for a moment, I was scared, but Circe’s sad smile as she joined herself to Xander flitted into my mind. There has been too

silver fur gleamed like moonlight, and her presence immediately steadied my nerves. They’ve lost their reasoning, so they’re still dangerous. However, the

words seemed to fill me with strength, and perhaps it was the update I needed on everything that had happened so far that night. For the first time in

shouted to our warriors, my voice carrying with authority. "Protect the ritual circle, protect the house and the

I finished saying that word, Nymeris jumped and caught a Feral that was running

The war has begun.

there, right now, and then I

to move with the beat playing in my head as I sang. My voice rose, causing a white light to emanate from my skin, growing

to me stumbled, their red eyes flickering as the song disrupted whatever dark magic had corrupted their minds. Some

lethal, every movement flowing into the

it was Nymeris who truly took my breath

appendages moving independently to strike at multiple enemies simultaneously. She used every part of her body—claws, fangs, even her powerful hindquarters—to devastating effect. One tail would wrap around a Feral’s neck while the other struck at a different target, and

battle cries mixed with howls of pain, and the scent of blood filled the night air. The night was soon filled with the smell of blood, masking all our scents, but there was also something beautiful about

corrupted minds unable to process the pure energy flowing through my voice. Some

Ferals I’d first healed. We didn’t want to breed armies for the Dark One, in case something happens

Feral that was not fighting with us, turned or unturned, would have the

with a single move before spinning to decapitate two more who

enemies became manageable as my powers weakened them and our warriors pressed their advantage. Ramsey carved a path through the centre of their formation

know how long we fought, but long enough for the twin moons to disappear,

fell, a strange silence

Nymeris was panting beside me, her white fur was