The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 272

Ramsey

"Is he dead?" I heard myself asking.

I was practically clutching at the straws of my heart as I waited for Lenny to reply. His eyes widened as he stared at me with horror.

"Why would you wish death on him?"

"That's how you made it seem. You said you'd leave the explanations to the pack healers so I expected the worst."

"For Moon's sake, Ramsey," he sighed. "He's not dead but their camp was the first camp to be attacked by the Ferals, him and the other Elders there. He's injured, has deep injuries and is currently sedated. They need you to give the go-ahead for the surgery. One of the Feral's teeth got stuck in his…"

"Will he be fine? Is he at risk of dying, perhaps," I interrupted him? "Honestly that's all I want to know. We're in a more dire situation than my grandfather's well-being and I'm sure right now, he has the entire hospital running after him."

"He's not but the healers thought you'd be worried and…"

"That's great. Tell them to go ahead with the surgery. Now, let's discuss something better. Do we know many Ferals this time at least? When did this happen?"

The timeline wasn't important but my mind kept re-echoing, Xander's last words before he walked away. "You may want to check on your pack. My babies get hungry when they're restless."

"Too many…" Lenny replied, his eyes were haunted. "The lower villages – there are heavy casualties there because of the event they had going on. The Warriors are trying to contain it, but…"

"I need to know the number, Lenny," I sucked in a frustrated sigh. "We need to work with numbers. We cannot just send out a troop unless we know what we're working with. Even if it's not the exact number a rough estimate would do."

"Reports say at least five dozen. They struck about twenty - thirty minutes ago," he said eyeing his wristwatch, targeting the eastern part of the pack where the festival preparations were underway."

"The festival," I sighed running a hand through my hair. "Didn't we stop them from gathering in large crowds? Why on earth was the particular order violated?" I said through gritted teeth.

The Midsummer hunt was the Summer Solstice of our world. It was the longest night of the year and usually, the perfect night for hunting. Although it didn't always happen in the capital since it was well-developed and a smaller forest that would not contain us all if we decided to go for a run, the lower villages still practised it.

"How many casualties? What is the death rate like?"

Lenny exhaled deeply. "We don't know yet. Our scouts are still assessing the situation but it's bad, Ramsey. Really bad."

I ran my hand through my already tousled hair, my mind was racing. Xander had known this – had planned this. He stood there, calmly taunting me while his monsters ravaged my people. Fury pulsed through me but I tried to focus on what's ahead.