The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 371: When all masks fall...

Miriam

"He’ll be killed, just like how previous Moonsingers killed him," Lyla commented, "But this time, he won’t be born again. This would be his end."

Ramsey stood there, his face a mask of disbelief and growing anger. I could see his mind racing, trying to process everything we’d just revealed to him.

"So all the prophecies were wrong?" he asked finally.

I nodded solemnly. "The only prophecy that was the real deal was the one given 10,000 years ago after the death of the last Moonsinger. ’When Silver Wolf and Golden Sun unite, A child of both worlds shall come to light. In its veins, the goddess’s power flows, to shape the future, for friend or foe."

I gestured toward Lyla, "That was the only true prophecy given. All the others—the twin moon prophecy, the half-burned fragments we planted in Alpha Logan’s study, the binding rituals—all of it was false information designed to mislead Xander."

Ramsey scoffed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "All this while, you all led me on, and I was so foolish to believe everything."

"That was exactly why we couldn’t let many people know what was going on," I said gently. "Your reaction, your genuine fear and desperation, even Nathan’s death—none of that was planned, but it all helped convince the Dark One that he had the upper hand."

Ramsey shook his head in amazement and hurt. "This is crazy. So the whole soul binding thing, me exchanging my soul with Lyla’s?"

Circe smiled, although sadness lingered in her eyes. "Random beauty spells and cleansing rituals, nothing more. Everything was designed to fool Xander into thinking he was in charge. He thought we were doing everything to keep Lyla alive."

She gestured toward the ritual circle where we’d performed tonight’s final act. "Tonight, I used my powers as a witch under the pretence that I would die for the Moonsinger and that Lyla would need to be sacrificed too, since I was rejected for not making a worthy sacrifice. We had to fuel his greed, his absolute certainty that he was about to claim the ultimate victory."

I stepped forward, needing Ramsey to understand the scope of what we’d accomplished. "Tell me, Ramsey—in all your research about Moonsingers and the Dark One, did you ever read about any of the previous Moonsingers being killed by him?"

Ramsey frowned, thinking. "No... they always defeated him and lived to old age..."

that defeating him requires ultimate sacrifice. But the truth is, Moonsingers are meant to kill the Dark One. Though their destinies are tied together, they’re his

victory. She formed the plan, coordinated all

chest, tears streaming down his

begged, "I don’t understand what’s happening to me. The power—it’s all gone. How is this

any powers?

cleansing ritual at White Lake Pack, I used that opportunity to close the portal I had mistakenly opened. And slowly, through all our fights, all our

disappearing to welcome the dawn. The twin moons were pure coincidence, as if

He pulled her into his arms

he stepped back, and Lyla turned

I would win,"

at her with

want to know why?"

Erra, Circe, and I all joined hands, our combined power creating a web of energy that surrounded

her hands to the sky, and we all felt her

we began the final incantation, our voices joining

the sacred name: Neriah’s light, pure and bright, Banish darkness from

the shadow’s power burn.

heart we now do still. Turn

your voice resound. Into void,

with each verse, rising into a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of

in agony, his human form starting to crack and splinter like old parchment. He cried out in pain as the false flesh fell away, revealing the twisted shadow creature he’d become. But even that form

he screamed. I can

was too late. As the first ray of true sunlight broke over the horizon, Xander’s

that scattered on the morning breeze, every trace of his existence wiped from