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.

to life. Hundreds of them moved in perfect, terrifying unity—wolves that had

Circe’s sad smile as she joined herself to Xander flitted into my mind. There has been too much sacrifice already; the best thing

me in her magnificent two-tailed form. Her silver fur gleamed like moonlight, and her presence immediately steadied my nerves. They’ve lost their reasoning, so they’re still dangerous. However,

everything that had happened so far that night. For the first time

the ritual circle, protect the

jumped and caught a

The war has begun.

now, and then I began to sing.

sang. My voice rose, causing a white light

red eyes flickering as the song disrupted whatever dark magic had corrupted their minds. Some fell to their knees, howling in confusion as fragments of their former

he was born to be one. In his war form, he was devastating—every strike was precise and lethal, every movement flowing into

who truly took my

like weapons, the 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.

they held dear. Steel rang against claw, 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

More Ferals began to weaken and turn, their corrupted minds unable to process the pure energy flowing through my voice. Some

had agreed that the only Ferals that would leave would be the three hundred and fifty Ferals I’d first healed. We didn’t want to breed

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

sword continued to move through the Ferals, cutting down three Ferals with a single move before spinning to decapitate two

my powers weakened them and our warriors pressed their advantage. Ramsey carved a path through the centre

we fought, but long enough for the twin moons to disappear, replaced only by a single moon and a sky filled with

the last Feral fell, a strange silence settled over the

a what seemed like a field littered with bodies, my clothes torn and bloodied. Nymeris was panting beside me, her white fur was