The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 367

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.

The Ferals, Rogues, and Foxes emerged from the treeline like a nightmare coming to life. Hundreds of them moved in perfect, terrifying unity—wolves that had once been like us, now reduced to mindless killing machines.

Some of them were Neriah’s people, some of them 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 much sacrifice already; the best thing I could give back was to ensure they didn’t die in vain.

Don’t let their appearance fool you, Nymeris said, coming to stand beside 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, the Dark One isn’t here to absorb your power. You can use every bit of your ability without fear.

Her 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 months, I felt my powers flowing through my veins, and I couldn’t hold back.

"Form ranks!" I shouted to our warriors, my voice carrying with authority. "Protect the ritual circle, protect the house and the civilians! No Feral gets past this line!"

Just as I finished saying that word, Nymeris jumped and caught a Feral that was running towards me at full speed, splitting it open.

The war has begun.

I closed my eyes, connecting with the world, connecting with everything available to me, right there, right now, and then I began to sing. The song flowed from my lips in a beautiful and haunting melody.

I felt myself begin 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 brighter with each note.

The Ferals closest to me stumbled, their 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 selves struggled to surface.

Ramsey fought like a storm; he was born to be one. In his war form, he was devastating—every strike was precise and lethal, every movement flowing into the next with the grace of a Lycan. He cut through the Ferals like wind through wheat, his sword swinging to the sound of my song.

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