The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 244

Lyla

Okay, this was a bad idea.

Three days ago, right before Ramsey returned from Blue Ridge, I had this brilliant idea on how to help him. I knew Nathan was hell-bent on fighting Ramsey and Ramsey may not go as crazy as him because of me.

So, deciding I would stop being Ramsey's weakness, getting my Moonsinging abilities back would be ideal especially now. At least, with it, I would make sure there are no sudden Feral attacks, making sure Ramsey would concentrate on the war.

Not just that, but we need to convert all the Ferals in the underground cage and make them normal enough to form an army for us. The fight against the Dark One was getting closer each day and I knew it.

So, I and Lenny had turned enemies overnight, giving Ramsey the impression that we suddenly couldn't get along. It was a distraction to make sure Ramsey would not require our presence at the same time.

The plan was simple… take Ramsey's attention away from me, I slip out of the Pack to the Northern Forest find Neriah's sword, then go to Blue Ridge and other Werewolf packs to show them my newfound powers and hope I'd be able to influence them enough to stop the fight.

Most importantly, to change Nathan's heart.

But now standing in the dense Northern Forest, with its heavy silence shrouding it, heavier than I had expected – even though I had prepared for this journey for almost three months now – standing here, I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake.

The towering trees seemed to be watching me with ancient knowing eyes with branches so thick that they created a suffocating darkness that barely allowed any light in. No birds were singing, no rustling leaves, not even the whisper of wind.

Everyone knows that the Northern Forest housed most of the notorious Werecreatures in our world. Ranging from Rogues to Werefoxes and other strays and most recently, Ferals. My heart thundered in my chest as I took a step.

Each step felt like an intrusion into a sanctuary but I had to do this. Sooner or later this had to happen. I continued moving, ignoring the urge to turn back and run back to where I was coming from.

The further I walked into the forest, the more, the path seemed to darken and the path which I used to access the forest seemed to close up from behind. I clutched the satchel strapped to my side and continued walking.

After walking a distance, I paused, looking around. This was the exact spot where I had been attacked by Ferals four years ago. A shiver ran down my spine but I pushed it aside. Crouching to the ground, I opened my satchel.

I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest, so much that I was worried it might jump out of my chest any moment now.

"Nymeris!" I called "Are you there?"

"I'm here Lyla!" she said quietly. "Don't be afraid."

Since the incident at the Harvest Moon Festival, then subsequently with the frequent mating with Ramsey, Nymeris seemed to be more under my control. Before she shifts and takes up her form, she would always ask me.

"Okay!" I nodded. "We just need to get Neriah's sword and leave as fast as possible. I want to shift into you, but…"

"Not now, Lyla!" she interrupted me. "Once you get Neriah's sword, you can take my form. That's the only way you'd be able to leave the forest anyway. The paths closed up when you were coming in – an indication of the kind of magic that goes on around here. Don't worry, I can navigate my way through it."

"Thank you!" I sighed in relief and opened my satchel.

I pulled out an old, leather-bound book from my satchel: "Echoes of the Moonsingers: A History of Guardians". Lenny had smuggled it out of the library for me from the library's restricted section. I turned on the small flashlight I had on and opened the book.

I quickly flipped through the brittle pages, searching until I got to the marked page. I ran my fingers in the direction where Neriah's sword was as accounted for by Aeron – the Moonsinger before me.

"A place where vines grow and no light touches the ground," I murmured under my breath, tracking them on the page as if hoping to draw strength from them.

Taking a steadying breath, I lifted my gaze and scanned my surroundings. There were no vines here. Putting the book back into the bag, I rose to my feet and continued walking. The thicker I ventured into the forest, the thicker the forest seemed and the more darkened the path became.

The trees grew closer and tighter, their branches forming a canopy so thick that what little daylight remained couldn't penetrate. Every step forward felt like a step into another world – one where the rules of reality might not apply.

Then that feeling that I was been watched, settled over me. Just as I was telling myself that I would not give in to my instincts and turn back, Nymeris's voice flitted into my mind.