The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 314

Lyla

This moment, this fight… was to his delight because he was harnessing the powers, using them to awaken himself and escape the curse. My weakness was his strength.

I have to stop.

"I have to stop," I murmured, hoping Nanny could hear me. Everything was sounding so far away.

"What did you say?" I heard her ask.

"I have to stop," I murmured again, trying not to cry. "He’s using my strength… that’s why I’m weak. Please help me stop…"

"What!" Nanny brought her ear close to my mouth. "What are you saying?"

The Blue Cloak had reached Ramsey. I wanted to scream out, gods!, I tried to call out to Ramsey, but the words were stuck in my throat, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

Lenny saw the cloak but not the knife… Just as he realised… the knife glittered in the hot afternoon sun…

Ten thousand years ago, when the sun shone so fiercely in the sky like it was now, Neriah had witnessed the death of her mate, Thames, dying in the arms of the man she had to marry, Rian.

I watched as the knife came up again, glittering with sun and blood…

"Lyla!" I heard Nanny’s voice calling my name from afar.

I was so weak, I couldn’t answer.

Ten thousand years ago, Neriah had run mad and died.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I turned to stare at the sun… I couldn’t stop it… I was a failure.

The darkness threatened to swallow me completely. My knees had already buckled, my body collapsing as the last of my energy drained away.

The sounds of battle grew distant, as if I were sinking underwater. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

This was it—I had pushed too far, used too much power. My consciousness began to fade.

Then, a brilliant white light approached through the darkness. It moved with purpose, racing toward me like a comet. As it drew closer, I could make out a familiar shape within the glow—four legs, a tail, pointed ears.

"Nymeris?" I whispered in disbelief.

My wolf—my dead wolf—stood before me in this strange in-between place. She was radiant, and her fur shimmered with a soft glow. Her eyes were more knowing than I remembered.

"What are you waiting for?" Nymeris growled, her voice echoing in my mind. "Fight with your strength and your powers, Lyla... not your ability."

"I don’t understand," I said. "I used all my power trying to transform the Ferals."

"He mooches on that," Nymeris replied impatiently. "Your singing, your transformation ability—it drains you because the Dark One feeds on it."

A thousand questions flooded my mind. How was Nymeris here? Had she ever truly died? Was this just a hallucination as my consciousness began to fade?

As the Trinax lunged, I thrust both hands forward. Blue flames erupted in a torrent, striking it. The creature shrieked, a sound that made my ears ring, then crashed to the ground before it could reach me.

"By the Goddess," I heard Killian whisper behind me.

I didn’t stop. Somehow, I knew exactly where I needed to go—where the heart of this battle truly lay. I cut through ferals, warriors falling in behind me as we cleared a path through the field.

Finally, I reached where Ramsey knelt on the ground, cradling a bleeding Lenny in his arms. His war form had faded, leaving him vulnerable. Caius fought desperately nearby, locked in combat with a blue-hooded figure.

It was Nathan.

As I watched, Nathan landed a vicious blow that sent Caius stumbling backwards. Before Caius could recover, Nathan turned toward Ramsey, a cruel smile visible beneath his hood.

"Time to end this, old friend," Nathan said, raising the dagger that had blood on it, probably from Lenny.

Without hesitation, I shot a stream of blue flame directly at him. The fire struck Nathan square in the chest, sending him staggering backwards with a surprised cry. The hood fell back, revealing his face—but it wasn’t entirely Nathan anymore. His features had changed, becoming sharper and more gaunt; his eyes glowed with an unnatural red light.

He was slowly changing into the greed he so sought after.

Before he could recover, I advanced and shot another blast of blue flame. This one sent him flying backwards, crashing into a line of Ferals charging toward us.

"Lyla?" Ramsey looked up in shock; his face was bloodied from battle.

"Get Lenny to safety," I ordered, not taking my eyes off Nathan. "I’ll handle this."