The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 262

Lyla

The clearing disappeared, replaced by a different scene…

I was standing in an open field. It was day, yet the moon was shining and full. In the centre of the field stood a woman dressed in what seemed like mourning clothes. She was singing, too. The same blue energy surrounded her, but there was something different about it… something dark.

Beside her lay two lifeless bodies. When I moved closer, I gasped with shock when I realised it was Thames and Rian and they were both dead. Their faces were peaceful in death and their hands were crossed over their chests, but there was something wrong about seeing them this way.

Something that made my soul cry out in protest.

When I looked at Neriah, her face was pale and streaked with tears and her hands were trembling as she continued to sing – as if she had no choice. And then her eyes met mine. For a moment, time froze.

Her eyes widened in recognition. I saw my face in hers. Our eyes reflected the same image, and then her lips began to move, whispering something I couldn't hear. But her expression – gods, her expression was pure agony.

I strained my ears, wishing I could hear what she was saying. Her lips formed the words again. As I opened my mouth to scream out, perhaps to tell her I couldn't hear what she was saying…

"Lyla?"

A voice snapped me out of the trance. The blue energy dissipated like mist in the morning sunlight as my feet settled firmly back on the ground. I gasped, my knees buckling as I collapsed onto the damp earth.

The energy left me instantly breathless and trembling. The song had stopped too.

The vision… what the hell was that? I clutched my chest, struggling to steady my breathing, my body was still thrumming from the raw power that had coursed through me.

A soft sound made me whip around.

Someone was watching me.

A familiar figure stood at the edge of the clearing, hands clasped before her. Her face was a mixture of shock and wonder.

Nanny.

My heart lurched.

I scrambled to my feet, unsteady but desperate. "Nanny!" I cried, joy and relief flooding through me at the sight of the familiar face.

She didn't move as I rushed toward her, throwing my arms around her fragile frame breathing in her comforting scent of herbs.

"Lyla," she murmured, her arms tightening around me briefly before she pulled back to look at my face. The warmth of her presence grounded me, but something about the way she stiffened made me pull back.

She was staring at me, a strange look in her eyes—something between awe and fear.

"What is it?" I asked, suddenly uneasy.

Slowly, she reached out and touched my hair, fingers brushing against the strands as if searching for something.

Then, a smile slowly began to spread across her face.

"The silver streak," she said softly, wonder in her voice. "It's back and brighter than I have ever seen it."

I blinked. "What?"

My hand flew to my hair, finding the distinctive streak that had marked me from birth. The same streak that had faded to almost nothing after I'd lost my moonsinging ability. I pulled a strand forward to see it—rich, silver against my otherwise brown hair, now shot through with what looked like threads of silver.