The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 245

Lyla

The vision extended the weapon toward me. My fingers twitched as fear clawed at my throat. Was this real? Was I losing my mind?

My hand hovered inches away from the weapon. Everything I knew about supernatural powers told me to be cautious, but something deeper – something that felt like destiny, urged me forward.

I reached out.

When my fingers touched the blade, a brilliant blue light erupted, consuming my vision. It lifted me off the ground, suspending me in mid-air. I wanted to cry out but suddenly, power rushed through every part of my body, unlike anything I had ever known or seen sending life to every nerve in my body.

My senses sharpened beyond anything I had experienced before – I could hear everything. The trees whispering, the vines breathing. Even the earth beneath me sang with an ancient rhythm.

The forest was alive – truly, deeply alive – and for one breathtaking moment, I was one with it all.

Then as suddenly as it came, the light faded and I crumpled to the ground. The sensation dimmed and the vision of my past self vanished. I lay still for a moment, gasping, dazed with the sword in my hand.

But something else had changed. I could feel it in my bones, in the fabric of my being.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see the same dark forest. Instead, I found myself staring at a pair of military boots. My gaze travelled upward – combat fatigues, tactical vest and finally the face of a man who looked like he had stepped out of a different kind of history book.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I gripped the sword tighter trying to lift myself from the ground.

"Who are you?" I demanded, hoping I sounded brave.

The mad tilted his head slightly as if considering whether to answer or not. His face was shadowed by the darkness of the forest, but there was something about him – something familiar.

His presence radiated authority and something else. He came closer to me and offered a hand. What the hell, Lyla?

Since I couldn't help myself, I took his hands daintily and he lifted me in a single pull. Then he stood at parade rest, watching me with eyes that held both warmth and warning.

"Who…" my voice failed me.

"Someone who's been waiting a very long time to meet you," he replied, his voice echoing. "We gave much to discuss, Guardian or should I say Moonsinger."

The title sent a shiver down my spine. I knew, without understanding how that everything was about to change. The sword pulsed in my hand; I could still feel its power.

"Guardian?"

"Yes, here we're called Guardian. I have no idea who gave us that cheesy name 'Moonsinger" the man said with an air of amusement. "Anyways, I cannot tell you who I am else I'll vanish and won't be able to pass the information I have to tell you. Do you know who I am now?"

This was Aeron.

The Moonsinger before me. I remember him from the thousands of books I've poured through in the library. What was he doing here and why was his gaze locked onto me with an unreadable expression? He didn't move, didn't speak – just watched me.

My eyes widened with shock as my brain finally placed his face where I had seen him.

"You're Aeron?" I asked baffled.

"Yes!" he nodded. "And I've been waiting for you. A Guardian must give final instructions to the new Guardian and since the sword chooses you, it means you're one of us."

"Is this like a tradition? You wait for the new Moonsinger. You must have been waiting for years."

"Years?" he scoffed. "Ten centuries, Lyla. I've roamed this forest waiting for your birth and then waiting for you to work up the nerve and come claim what is rightly yours even though your powers are still as whole."

"My powers are whole?" I frowned. "They're not. I lost them to the Dark One."

"You did not lose your power, Lyla. If you did, the sword would never have been handed to you. For those of us who lost our Moonsinging abilities, we only touch the sword and Neriah goes back with it. Seeing that it didn't go back with her only means one thing."

"But…"

"You have to choose between keeping your wolf or your powers. As long as your powers…"

"You don't understand," I interrupted him. I was getting pissed with the suggestion that I do away with Nymeris. "Xan – the Dark One had an orb that he used to siphon my powers. I'm so sure of it. I already lost my powers right before Nymeris began to manifest."