The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 289

Lyla

As the door closed behind Nanny, I sank back against the pillows, my mind racing despite how exhausted I felt.

I still couldn't believe that I'd been unconscious for five days. Nathan – Xander must have really wounded me. And in those five days, the attack on White Mountain happened. Did Ramsey run away from the fight?

Nanny hadn't mentioned that.

My mind replayed Xander's words from the fight: "I've gathered armies from every world... The packs won't stand a chance."

It seemed the war had already begun. And I'd been sleeping through the opening battles.

My hand drifted to the small table beside the bed, where someone had placed my father's letter. At least that hadn't been lost in our escape. To an ordinary eye, my father's words in the letters were simple, but to me, they held everything, including the solution to defeat the Dark One once and for all.

I was going to be the final death of the Dark One if I played my cards well.

I closed my eyes, just for a moment, gathering what energy I had left. Ramsey was still outside waiting; my world was waiting, too, and I was their only hope. First, I had to heal, then make plans and develop strategies.

The war might have started without me, but I was awake now. And if Xander thought I would be an easy opponent to eliminate or if he thought he could manipulate me like Neriah just because I was her reincarnation, he was about to learn how very wrong he was.

A Moonsinger doesn't stay down for long. And this one was just getting started.

The door opened again, and Ramsey entered the room, his expression more serious now without Nanny's presence. He pulled a chair close to my bedside and sat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"How are you doing now? How much do you remember before the blackout? Clarissa only told us how she rescued you from your father's study but doesn't know how and why you got all of these injuries. Who attacked you?" he asked.

"One question at a time, baby," I chuckled but stopped immediately when he didn't even crack a smile. He was serious. I cleared my throat and cocked my head to one side.

"Well, bits and pieces," I admitted. "I know Nathan has been possessed by the Dark One, or maybe not possession in his words. Nathan is his medium, but everything that he has done so far are purely Nathan's thoughts and doing."

Ramsey stared at me with confusion clouding his features. "I don't understand. You said he was possessed by Xander…"

"Yes," I nodded. But not the kind of possession where you need to reside in the person. Nathan is not hosting him; he's serving as Nathan's conscience and helping him make bad and detrimental decisions. But every other thing happening now is purely Nathan."

"Wow!" Ramsey exclaimed. "I wasn't wrong then. Nathan has an evil side to him."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Xander, in Nathan's body, of course, also told me that he is raising an army to attack the packs." I studied his bruised face. "Looks like he succeeded."

Ramsey nodded, a muscle in his jaw tightening. "It happened faster than anyone expected. I mean, we were on high alert because we had a Feral attack days before, but it still took us by surprise. Five days ago, Nathan led an attack onthe White Mountain Region." _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

"Five days ago? When I was still unconscious in that truck with Clarissa?"

"Yes. The timing was... perfect." Ramsey held my gaze. "Almost as if he waited until you were incapacitated before making his move."

A chill ran through me. Had Xander somehow known the exact moment I'd be at my weakest? Was that why he had picked the fight with me in my father's study? Was that also the reason he left me there without any medical aid?

"Tell me everything," I urged, sitting up straighter despite the protest of my aching body.

Ramsey ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "The first attack caught us completely off guard. What was most confusing was that most of the armies he led that day were Ferals—not just a few, but hundreds of them, and they were not with their Trinax."

"Ferals?" I echoed, shocked. "But they're impossible to control without their Trinax. They attack anything that moves."

"Not these. These moved with purpose, with strategy. They followed commands." His voice dropped. "Nathan's commands."

I felt a lump in my chest. Someone who could control Ferals at that scale possessed power beyond anything I'd encountered.