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..."

defeating him requires ultimate sacrifice. But the truth is, Moonsingers

for this victory. She formed the plan, coordinated all of us, and gave her life to ensure Xander would be led to

chest, tears streaming down his face as he tried desperately to

begged, "I don’t understand what’s happening to me.

to us, confused. "So Xander doesn’t have any powers?

And slowly,

looked up at the sky where a full moon was slowly disappearing to welcome the dawn. The twin moons were pure

pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead tenderly. You’re spectacular," he

back, and Lyla turned

I would win," she said

looked up at her with desperate eyes.

want to know why?" Lyla

moved to stand in front of us, the priestesses who had maintained our circle throughout the confrontation. Erra, Circe, and I all joined hands, our combined power creating a web

hands to the sky, and we all felt her powers connecting

began the final incantation,

earth and flame, We call upon the sacred name: Neriah’s light, pure and bright, Banish

the shadow’s power burn. From this realm,

the goddess’s holy will, Evil’s heart we now do still. Turn to dust, turn to ash,

ground, No more shall your

grew stronger with each verse, rising into a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The power flowing through our joined hands was unlike anything I’d ever

parchment. He cried out in pain as the false flesh fell away,

he screamed. I can change! I can be

was too late. As the first ray of true sunlight broke over

turned to ash that scattered on the morning breeze, every trace of his