The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 216

Lyla

My blood ran cold. "Ramsey…"

"At first, I didn't understand what he meant," he continued. "I thought it was linked to you. That maybe you were in danger but then, before Mother Liora died, she helped interpret it for me."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm still working on my communication skills. But he would always tell me how he plans to unite our world and make everyone equal, so I want to do what he wants to do but make it a ruse."

He paused for a minute wand hen he looked up at me again, his expression was dead serious. "I've thought about it for the longest time and I think I know the best way to defeat and eliminate the Dark One. First, we have to take his armies away from him"

"Okay…" I nodded. "And how do we do that?"

"By setting him against the things he made and against his kind."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"

He studied me for a moment before rising from the bed. He walked to his closet and a short while later, returned with an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Put these on," he said handing them to me. "I want to show you something."

I stared at him curiously, wondering what this was all about. After hesitating, I finally complied, quickly pulling the clothes over me, his familiar scent of him wrapping around me like a comfort blanket.

He took my hand, leading me out of his bedroom and toward the side door we'd used earlier when we'd first arrived to access the pack house. But this time, we took a left instead of the usual path, following a dark path that was illuminated by Ramsey's flashlight.

The air grew cooler and damper, filled with a strange energy as we walked. Something in my gut told me we were descending underground and the thought of that alone, sent shivers down my spine.

"Ramsey…where are we going?"

"Just trust me, baby," he murmured, stopping to drop a kiss on my shoulder for motivation.

We walked in silence until the corridor opened into a vast underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. We stood before what could only be described as a prison. Its metal bars were gleaming dully in the flashlight's beam and were partitioned into big cages. But it wasn't the cage or the prison itself that made my heart stop – it was what lay within.

Feral wolves, three of them lay in sedated in each of the cages. Their massive forms were still, but even in sleep, they radiated an aura of dangerous power. My grip on Ramsey's hand tightened.

"What… what is this?" I whispered.

"This," he said grimly, "is the answer to our problem."

I turned to him. "How? Keeping them here is dangerous."

He nodded. "They've been sedated, but they're still alive. The Dark One seeks to unite all werewolves and Lycans under one rule, but there's something he isn't accounting for. These creatures… they're the natural consequence of unchecked power. He wants unity? Let's see how he handles an army of those he's abandoned."

"Abandoned them? What do you mean?"

"When a Trinax dies, the Ferals under it, are left unattended to and without anyone to guide them, give them instruction and the rest, they roam about and the Dark One doesn't care."

I stared at Ramsey, surprise written on my face.

"When did you have time to check all of these?"