The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 279

Lyla

I followed Nathan to the back of the Alpha house down a narrow corridor I'd never explored before.

The pack house was large, with wings and passages I'd never had reason to visit. This section felt older somehow, filled with the musty scent of wood and old paper.

"How much further?" I asked in a whisper. There was something about this place that demanded reverence.

"We're here," Nathan replied, stopping before a metal door. Different symbols and ancient runes were carved on the frame. I recognized some from old pack text, while others felt completely foreign to me.

Nathan produced a heavy iron key from his pocket. It looked ancient, the metal dark with age. The lock clicked open with surprising ease, as if it had been regularly used despite its appearance.

"After you," Nathan said, gesturing for me to enter first.

I hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside.

The moment I stepped into my father's private study, what I saw made me freeze in my tracks.

The room was dimly lit, and the scent of old parchment and cedarwood lingered in the air. My eyes widened as they landed on the wall before me—covered in photographs, clippings, and detailed analysis.

It seemed as if I had just walked into an investigation room. My picture was at the center of the investigation board. In the other spaces on the walls were pictures of me at different stages of my life.

Some were from childhood, and others seemed recent. There was even a picture of me on my college graduation day. Nanny—my mother's face appeared beside mine in most pictures, but they were mostly from when I was younger.

A large idea board on a stand dominated one side of the room as if the one on the wall wasn't enough. It was filled with meticulous notes, diagrams, and calculations. The words "Moonsingers" were scrawled across the board in bold ink, underlined multiple times.

My chest tightened as I stepped closer. I reached out to touch one of the pages pinned to the board, trying to fight the nostalgia that had suddenly seized me.

"My father did all of this?" I managed to ask.

Nathan pushed away from the wall and came to stand beside me. "I think to a greater extent, but I'm sure he must have had help. When he was still here, he would end our training early with an excuse that he wanted time alone, and then he would disappear to the back-of-the-pack house. I always imagined he was coming here with your mother…"

My face colored with embarrassment. "Don't say that!"

"Say what?" he huffed. "It's true. They used to fuck around the pack like rabbit because of course they couldn't do it in the pack house. Your mother wasn't pure, Lyla. You have to come to terms with that and stop being uptight."

I had a ready reply, but I decided ignoring him was better. I traced my hand on the other materials on the board. Most of them were information about past Moonsingers. They had detailed notes on their powers, limitations, and fates, including how they died. Coincidentally, my name was there.

A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I turned to Nathan.

"But my father was already dead before I was officially announced as a Moonsinger. How did he know I was one?"

Nathan shrugged, completely unfazed. "I have no idea."

I didn't want to push him more, so I turned and moved to the wall. My fingers started tracing the lines connecting different names and places. There were several mentions of the Northern Forest and several question marks at the end of each mention.

Then, something caught my attention – a section detailing the Auréans. My heart stopped beating for a second.

There were lines connecting them to Neriah, the first recorded Moonsinger. Her name was circled multiple times, alongside references to other Moonsingers, I think in a comparison of similarity of ability and purpose.

What was also surprising was that, at the beginning of the wall, my father had been researching pheromones, looking for a solution, and in the process, he traced me back to Neriah. There was even detailed documentation about my birth and the things that happened on that day, and most of them were things that had never been told.

At the bottom of that information was a yellow paper pinned to the corner. It was a short passage of something, and it was written in faded ink. I bent down to read it.

"When the moon bleeds red and wolves bow to none, she will rise – the last of her kind, blood of Neriah, vessel of the goddess. Neither wolf nor human but something more, she will bring either salvation or destruction. The choice will be hers alone to make."

I was so lost in everything that I almost forgot that Nathan was in the room with me, and I didn't notice the aura that had suddenly seeped into the room's atmosphere. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}