The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 267

Lyla

I ran.

Harder than I ever had in my life. My legs burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn't stop. The three Ferals ran alongside me, their black eyes darting around, alert to any threat. Everything made sense for the first time since I came back from the Northern Forest. The past, my Moonsinging, Ramsey, the Ferals—they were all connected. And now, Blue Ridge was on the brink of war.

My heart pounded as I finally reached Blue Ridge Pack territory. I stumbled and froze at what I saw. The scene was nothing short of chaos.

Warriors sprinted from one place to another, their faces etched with urgency and determination. Most of them were wounded still they went about. Gammas barked orders, their voice piercing over the loud wailings, screaming and crying that seemed to be all over the place. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. The usual order and discipline that defined Blue Ridge was nowhere to be found.

"What in the goddess's name?" I whispered, my hands flying to my hair in disbelief. I hadn't expected things to have deteriorated to this extent. Nanny's warning rang in my mind again, but seeing the reality of everything she told me hours ago with my eyes was something else entirely.

As I stood, unable to move, taking in the scene, a group of warriors rushed past, leading wounded women and children towards the makeshift hospital tent that they had set up on any available space. The only space left at this point was just pathways that had been narrowed down so much that more than one person could not pass at a time.

Most of the children who didn't seem unconscious and badly injured were crying loudly. Their small faces were contorted in confusion, fear and pain. Without thinking I rushed forward, grabbing the arm of one of the passing warriors.

"What happened?" I demanded, "Who are these people?"

The warrior was a young man with a nasty gash across his forehead that was hurriedly covered with a plaster. He barely spared me a glance as he adjusted the wounded boy he was carrying in his arms.

"They're from the lower villages. Ramsey's forces attacked at dawn" he said hurriedly, pulling his arm free. "Excuse me, Miss. But there are many casualties needing my attention at the moment."

I stumbled back and watched him go, my vision blurring with tears. The reality of the situation poked into me like pines. This wasn't just a territorial dispute anymore; The lower villages? That meant families—innocent people, children—had been caught in the crossfire.

My chest constricted with pain... The world around me spun as I watched another warrior carrying a woman whose arm hung limply by her side, her eyes glazed over.

No. No. No.

This wasn't supposed to happen. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

My breathing began to come in short, rapid gasps as the chaos grew around me. The entire ground had suddenly been transformed into a war zone. Medics and healers rushed to and fro, their white coats stained with blood. Warriors assembled in groups, receiving orders before rushing off again. The tension and fear in the air was growing rapidly.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. I wanted to scream. Shout. Let my powers burst from my body and burn everything to the ground. But Nanny's warning echoed in my head.

"Control your emotions, child. They feed your power, and an uncontrolled burst could be devastating."

Instead, I sank to my heels, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and pulling until the pain grounded me. I closed my eyes and forced myself to take deep, measured breaths. One, two, three, four. In and out. The world around me continued to fall apart but I remained still, centering myself.

Fifteen minutes passed before I felt calm enough to move. I finally straightened. I wiped my face and forced my body to stop thinking about the fear. No more freezing. No more confusion. I needed to act. I knew what I had to do.

I spotted a warrior rushing past and reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him to my side simultaneously. "Take me to Alpha Nathan. Now."

The warrior was a burly man with a scar running down his jaw. He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "The Alpha is in a war council. I can't just…"

"I don't care. You can, and you will," I interrupted, my voice taking on a steely edge I hardly recognized. "If you don't do as you're told, I'll see to it personally that you're…" I paused tilting my head to the side to look at the badge on his shoulder. "Removed from your position and Head Guard. Is that clear enough for you?"

His eyes widened slightly, something in my eyes must have convinced him because he nodded curtly. "Follow me."

He led me through the main pack house, past rooms filled with the wounded and corridors bustling with activity. Despite growing up here and living for the better part of my life, I had no idea that the situation room was in the pack house.

Finally, we reached the situation room.

The doors opened immediately and I entered. It was a large chamber dominated majorly by a massive oak table currently covered in maps and documents.

Nathan stood at the head of the table – everyone was standing in the room by the way. The tension inside was suffocating. Gammas, elders and high-ranking warriors were bent over the maps, copying Nathan's posture and were all debating in hushed, urgent tones."