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.

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.

But it was Nymeris who truly took my breath away.

My wolf spirit fought with both her tails 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. One tail would wrap around a Feral’s neck while the other struck at a different target, and her claws would rake across a third attacker’s chest all in the same fluid motion.

Our warriors fought with the desperation of people protecting everything 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 our scents, but there was also something beautiful about it—the way our people moved together, protected one another, and fought as a unified force.

My song grew stronger, the melody weaving through the battle like a living thing. More Ferals began to weaken and turn, their corrupted minds unable to process the pure energy flowing through my voice. Some started to shift back toward their human forms before collapsing, finally free from the madness that had consumed them.

But we 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 armies for the Dark One, in case something happens and he returns.

So, every Feral that was not fighting with us, turned or unturned, would have the swift judgment of death.

Ramsey’s sword continued to move through the Ferals, cutting down three Ferals with a single move before spinning to decapitate two more who had tried to attack from behind. noveldrama

The tide of battle turned in our favour. What had seemed like an overwhelming force of enemies became manageable as my powers weakened them and our warriors pressed their advantage. Ramsey carved a path through the centre of their formation while Nymeris and I protected the flanks.

I don’t know how long we fought, but long enough for the twin moons to disappear, replaced only by a single moon and a sky filled with stars.

When the last Feral fell, a strange silence settled over the battlefield.

I stood in the centre of a what seemed like a field littered with bodies, my clothes torn and bloodied. Nymeris was panting beside me, her white fur was matted with blood and grime, and Ramsey had every inch of his body covered with blood.

That’s when it hit me.

The vision. The one I’d had at the beginning of everything—the one where I had seen a field of bodies, with everyone I loved lying motionless in death. Ramsey, Nathan, Nanny, my father, my mother, Clarissa, pack members, literally everyone who mattered to me. I’d seen this scene more than a dozen times in my dreams, had woken up screaming from the horror of it.

And this was the realisation of that vision. Instead of the field being filled with the bodies of my loved ones, it was filled with the bodies of our enemies. The people I cared about were alive, safe, and protected.

I had changed the future. I had saved our world.

The realisation hit me like a blow, and I dropped to my knees among the fallen Ferals as sobs of relief wracked my body. The weight of years of fear and responsibility finally lifted from my shoulders.

"I did it," I whispered, then louder, "I did it! I saved them all!"

Ramsey immediately crouched beside me, placing a bloodied hand on my shoulder. "Lyla, are you hurt? What’s wrong?"

"I saved our world," I said, my voice breaking through tears, looking up at him with wonder. "The vision I saw—this was supposed to be all of you. All of our people are lying dead. But it’s not. It’s them. The enemies are dead, and our family is alive."

Ramsey’s eyes lightened with a small smile, even though I did not miss the sadness in them.

"You changed fate itself."

"We all did," I corrected, gesturing to the survivors around us. "Every choice we made, every stand we took—it led to this moment."

Nymeris padded over to us, her eyes were bright with pride. You have become everything you were meant to be, she said softly—the Moonsinger who rewrote destiny itself.

As I knelt there among the fallen enemies, surrounded by my living pack family and the man I loved more than life itself, I felt a peace I’d never known before. The prophetic vision that had haunted me was broken. We were all alive, all safe.

"Lyla! Ramsey!" Terra’s voice cut through the moment as she ran toward us from the direction of the ritual circle. Her face was flushed with exertion and something that looked like urgency. "You have to come see this immediately!"