The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: The final hour: planning

Lyla

I headed toward the war council room, trying to gather my thoughts.

Before I even reached the door, I could hear voices arguing inside. Someone was suggesting sending decoys as warriors first, instead of risking the lives of innocent warriors for some experiments, precisely the kind of thinking that would get our people killed.

I pushed open the heavy steel door with enough force to make it slam against the wall. The loud bang echoed through the room, causing every head to turn toward me. The arguing stopped instantly.

Ramsey sat at the head of the round table, cradling his head. I could tell he’s had enough of everything already. He was surrounded by members of our war council, fleeing werewolf Alphas who had taken shelter in the White Mountains and Alpha Lycans who sat uniformly to the right of Ramsey as if mingling with the werewolf Alphas would diminish them.

The viewing screen was on, showing a detailed landscape of all the land surrounding the White Mountains. Maps covered the table’s surface, marked with strategic positions and attack routes.

Someone was at the screen, pointing at the different battle plans they’ve come up with, showing different movements for our troops and strategies.

"Babe!" Ramsey called my attention, rising to his feet with a broad smile as he approached me. The rest of the table followed suit. "Where have you been? Changing and bathing took so long."

When he reached me, he captured my lips in a soft kiss and would have kept going if the noisy clearing of throats from the Alphas had not interrupted us. When we pulled apart, Ramsey searched my face.

"Are you alright? Do you still feel sick?"

"I’m fine," I grinned at him. "I lost track of time and couldn’t come as soon as possible, but I’m here now." I pushed past Ramsey, addressing the rest of the room. "I’m sorry I came late."

Without another word, I walked straight to the head of the table. In one swift motion, I swept my arm across the surface, sending all the maps and strategy papers flying to the ground. They scattered like fallen leaves.

Everyone stared at me in stunned silence.

"Strategy won’t help us," I started, breaking the silence. "Neither would the strength of our warriors. We might have a billion warriors, and yet we’ll be subdued. We only need to agree on how to attack and which group goes with which. The fight against the Ferals won’t be won with weapons or an extensive knowledge of fighting wars – we must use our abilities as werewolves and Lycans."

From the far end of the table, Circe began clapping slowly. A pleased smile spread across her face. She was sleeping when I walked in.

"Exactly what I’ve been shouting all day. I don’t think these men grasp how powerful magic is—the goddess’s given ability. You don’t fight it with weapons or trained warriors... You fight with your wits and ability."

I nodded at her, grateful for the support. "When we go out on the battlefield, we’ll fight as werewolves and Lycans should. We’re not humans...our wounds heal, we have wolves and Lycans. There’s no way we can face these beasts without meeting them in the same form as them."

There was a collective exchange of glances throughout the room. Since no one was talking, I continued.

"We have a chance at defeating the Ferals before they cause damage to us. If we follow my suggestion, we’d have the upper hand and not lose more warriors than necessary."

Darren leaned forward with his brow furrowed and asked. "So, what should we do now?"

I met his gaze, then looked at each warrior in turn around the table. These were good people – brave, loyal and submissive to their Lycan Leader Ramsey even though they don’t show it. By coming here, I know they were willing to die for this singular cause of ending the Dark One’s rule.

But they were thinking like humans when they needed to think like Lycans and Werewolves.

"Follow my lead," I said.

Ramsey had drawn close to the table, and our eyes met. I could see the question there, the concern, but also the trust. He would support me regardless of his doubts about my plan.

"Moonsinger," Korin spoke from my right, "what exactly are you proposing?"

I moved away from the table to stand in the centre of the room where everyone could see me clearly. "The Ferals are corrupted wolves. No one knows whether they’re Lycans or Werewolves, but they are corrupted wolves who have lost their sense of reasoning."

"Yes?" Darren shrugged.

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