The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Face to face with evil...

Lyla

I tried to get up, to crawl my way to Ramsey.

If only I could move to where he lay, I could heal him. I could heal them all. A strangled sob escaped my throat as grief settled over me. I wanted to cry, to wail like Neriah when she had seen Rian lying next to Thames, both of them lifeless.

Just as the feeling settled over me, I heard a still voice.

"Lyla!"

It was Nymeris.

"Nym," I settled for a minute, straining to listen, "Is that you?"

There was silence for a bit, almost when I thought she wouldn’t answer, a soft murmur came.

"Lie on your side, Lyla, you’ll hurt the babies if you lie on your belly."

"Ramsey," I breathed out, "Everyone was hit, Nym... Maybe they’re dead."

"Hysterics and grief would do nothing for you. If you don’t want to end up dead like Neriah, you’ll do as I have told you. Lie on your back!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Nymeris was never sweet. The only time she acted tender towards me was the day I had to kill her. With the strength in me, I managed to roll back until I was lying on my back.

My hands touched my belly, wondering if the babies were doing fine.

"It’s dangerous to transform into your wolf form when you’re pregnant," Nymeris’s voice filtered into my mind again. So, it’ll be you doing all the fighting, but I’ll help you. You can do a lot in your human form, even though you’re not properly healed. We don’t have much time, so we’ll do our best."

"I thought you died," I murmured, confused "Or did everything just happen in my memory?"

"I’m here for the babies, Lyla. If you die, then I’ll be completely gone, which is what I’m trying to prevent. We have the twins to worry about, including the future."

I nodded.

The next instant, her presence flooded me like fire, giving me strength. My muscles unlocked, my vision cleared, and I roused myself to my feet just as a Feral launched itself through the smoke toward Ramsey’s unconscious form.

I threw myself between them, caught the creature mid-leap and blasted it with a burst of white light. It dissolved into ash before it could touch him.

As I bent to check Ramsey, Nymeris’s voice filtered into my ears. "He’s fine, Lyla. You can come back for him later. Tackle the Ferals first, I don’t have all day."

True to her words, more Ferals were pouring through the destroyed tent walls. These weren’t the weakened creatures we’d just defeated – these were stronger and seemed to know what they were doing.

I fought with everything I had, channelling my abilities and every combat skill I learned. Without my wolf form, I had to rely on speed and precision rather than strength. Every movement had to count.

With each strike, I kept blasting white light from my hands, cutting through Feral after Feral. But for every one I destroyed, two more seemed to take its place.

Some of our surviving warriors rallied to help me, but were quickly overwhelmed. These Ferals fought with intelligence and coordination—nothing like the mindless beasts we’d faced three hours ago.

I kept fighting, protecting Ramsey’s and the others’ unconscious form while trying to reach Caius and Terra. But I was tiring fast. The exertion of using my abilities, combined with the physical demands of combat, was draining me rapidly.

Then I saw them.

Seven Ferals emerged from the smoke, moving towards me. My blood ran cold as I recognized them—the same seven I’d encountered in the Northern Forest years ago after my fight with Ramsey.

Back then, they had a Trinax, which turned out to be Mr. Dupree. Seeing them again could only mean one thing: Xander was nearby, and they’d been hunting for me specifically.

They began to circle me slowly, their glowing red eyes fixed on my face. Unlike the chaotic battle around us, they moved patiently like they had the whole time in the world. They knew exactly what they were doing.

I backed toward where Ramsey and the others lay motionless, keeping myself between them and the advancing Ferals. My hands glowed with white light, but I felt something was wrong. I was feeling sluggish.

"Come on then," I whispered, raising my hands in a fighting stance. "Let’s finish this."

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