The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 399 - 399: Reading the truth in blood.

Lyla

The crime scene was worse than I had imagined.

Pine Grove Park had been transformed from a peaceful community gathering place into something that looked like a battlefield. Yellow police tape fluttered in the afternoon breeze, creating a perimeter around an area that reeked of death and stench.

"The bodies have been removed for autopsy," Chief Morrison explained as he led our group toward the centre of the scene, "but we've left everything else exactly as we found it."

The ground was still stained with dark patches that could only be blood, far too much blood for seven human beings. Chunks of torn fabric were scattered across the grass, along with what appeared to be pieces of... I forced myself not to think too hard about what those pieces might be.

But it was the smell that truly disturbed me. Underneath the metallic scent of blood and the beginning stages of decomposition, there was something else. Something that smelled like darkness itself.

And for some weird reason, the smell felt familiar. Or was it my pregnancy-sensitive nose acting up again? Because when I looked at the others, their noses were not wrinkled in disgust like mine.

I closed my eyes and let Nymeris's presence flow through me, allowing my two-tailed wolf to examine the scene.

"What do you see?" Kyren asked quietly, moving to stand beside me.

"Rage," I said, opening my eyes but maintaining my link to Nymeris. "Whoever did this was consumed with fury. The person didn't do all of these out of passion or hunger; this was a deliberate act.

I walked carefully around the perimeter of the killing ground, following traces that only I could see. "The attacks were organised, too. Each victim was isolated from the group before being killed. This wasn't a feeding frenzy or a loss of control, and it was done by one creature."

"Can you identify what type of creature was responsible?" one of the Hollow Kin elders asked.

I paused, concentrating harder. The signature of the creature was there, but it was... odd. "There's definitely supernatural involvement, but it's not clean. It's like..." I struggled to find the right words. "Like someone took werewolf essence and mixed it with something else. Something that doesn't belong with our kind, and no, it's not Lycan either."

"Meaning?" Ramsey stepped closer.

"Meaning whoever did this either isn't a natural-born werewolf, or they've been altered somehow. The signature is wrong. I can't even pick up a specific scent."

"Could it be a rogue wolf? Someone who's lost their connection to their pack and humanity?" Chief Morrison asked, clearly trying to understand what he was hearing.

I said firmly. "Rogue wolves leave different traces. This is

us since we left the police

was positioning herself near Kyren, who was consulting with the other Hollow Kin members about something. They were whispering

these kills is remarkable," Delia said. "Almost like the killer was following a

with mild interest. "You have experience with supernatural

closer to him. "Ancient texts, folklore, even some modern case

a human

The way they move, the way

practically purring the words, and I watched in fascination as she somehow managed to position herself even closer to Kyren without seeming to move deliberately. Her body language was unmistakably flirtatious; she leaned toward him, touched her hair, and let her eyes

to mention, I've had

to be surprised. "You've met werewolves before?" he

nodded. "Seven years ago, a group of boys

Kyren arched his

she nodded. "I don't look

years to recover from. I don't think I've

Delia asked, her tone had become

you met?" Ramsey intervened quickly, coming to stand in front of Kyren.

clothes that were twice my size, allowing me to grow into them. By 19 years, I hadn't even kissed a boy, but what can I expect from a man…

She started crying.

words to fault you, but it's the truth. If I had known that you had this kind of history, I wouldn't have requested you. You should heal

arm. "That's enough. You're

point, tears were rolling down Delia's cheek, and I could feel the men scratching their heads awkwardly, but I could tell the fake tears from the real ones, and I knew

Pier, I apologise on his behalf," Ramsey said quietly. "He's still finding his feet navigating

giving Ramsey a strained smile. "It's fine. Everyone

that you were raped?" Nanny blurted out. I could

wasn't

Nanny, and despite my best efforts to make her look

I overthinking things? Wasn't

cannot understand what you went through seven years ago, and it's okay to express yourself in whatever