The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 309

Ramsey

I dove to the side as something crashed through the space where I had been standing—a Feral larger than any I had seen before, its red eyes shone at me like a beacon. _{freёwebnovel.com}

The battle had just gotten a lot more complicated. We were outnumbered, outmanoeuvred, and fighting for our lives.

But I had one advantage Nathan would never understand: I wasn't fighting for power or revenge. I was fighting for my pack, for my mate, for a future worth having.

And I wasn't going to die tonight. Not when Lyla still needed me.

I faced the Feral charging toward me, it has extended its claws to tear me apart. Time seemed to slow as my survival instinct took over. For too long, we'd been fighting with restraint, hiding our true nature from the world.

No more.

"Warriors of White Mountain," I roared through the radio, "unleash the beast!"

The command triggered something primal in every Lycan under my leadership. Something we rarely showed outsiders—our true form.

Most werewolves only knew two shapes: human and our Lycans, which were bigger than an average wolf. However, there was something unique about Lycans that many people don't know. We had a third form—the war form. Half-man, half-beast, standing over nine feet tall with the strength of twenty wolves.

My body transformed instantly. My bones cracked and expanded, my muscles doubled in mass, my entire frame growing until I towered over the Feral. My face elongated into a wolfish muzzle, yet I retained my human intelligence. Fur sprouted across my skin, thick and impenetrable.

Around me, my warriors underwent the same transformation.

Nathan's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible," he whispered. "The war form is just a legend."

"Not for true Lycans," I growled, my voice was thicker in this form. "I hope it puts an end to the constant debate about us."

The Feral that had charged at me was now hesitating; it must have sensed the shift in power. I didn't give it time to retreat. With one swipe of my clawed hand, I tore through its chest. It fell, dead before it hit the ground.

"Kill them all," Nathan screamed to his forces. "Aim for their heads! It's the only way to kill a Lycan!"

He was right. In war form, Lycans were nearly invulnerable. Silver burned us, but couldn't kill us. Wolfsbane weakened us, but it wasn't fatal. Only severe brain trauma could end a Lycan in war form.

"Helmets!" I commanded. My warriors pulled specially reinforced helmets from their packs and secured them over their transformed heads. We'd prepared for this possibility, though I'd hoped to keep our secret advantage hidden longer.

Nathan's forces regrouped, focusing their attacks on our protected heads. Bullets ricocheted off metal, raining down on us like rainfall.

Freya's Sigma fighters had transformed into their wolf forms, which made them five times faster and more agile on their feet. They were tearing through the panthers with ruthless efficiency. The big cats were quick, but no match for the strength of a Sigma in its wolf form.

Lenny and his men charged through the eastern side of the camp, in war form, they moved like living tanks, shrugging off attacks that would have killed them in their human form. The mining tunnels had been tight for humans but perfect for Lycans, allowing them to emerge with surprise and overwhelming force.

"Nathan is trying to escape!" Killian roared, pointing toward the southern edge of the camp where Nathan and a small group of his elite guards were retreating.

"Let the others handle the Ferals," I ordered Killian. "You're with me."

We charged through the battlefield, covering ground quickly, and soon we had covered the distance. Nothing stood in our way—any enemy foolish enough to attack was swatted aside like an insect.

Nathan and his guards had reached a line of vehicles parked at the edge of the camp. The engines were already running, and they were boarding rapidly.

"Stop them!" I commanded, running faster.

Killian grabbed a nearby supply truck and hurled it towards the vehicle that was about to pull out. The vehicle tumbled through the air, crashing into two of Nathan's escape cars. The explosion lit up the night, but Nathan's vehicle had already pulled away.

I leapt forward, covering thirty feet in a single bound, and landed on the hood of Nathan's car. I crushed the entire engine with my weight, bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt.

Nathan stared at me through the windshield, terror finally breaking through his arrogant mask. He scrambled out of the passenger side, and his warriors immediately formed a protective circle around him.

"It's over, Nathan," I growled, stalking toward him. "Surrender now."

"I would never, Ramsey. You have to kill me to get what you want. Think about Lyla… what will she do when she discovers what you did to me?" he spat, his eyes darting around seeking escape.

His guards attacked together, shifting into their wolf forms. Against normal opponents, five Alphas would be formidable. Against a Lycan in war form, they were merely an inconvenience.

I batted the first two aside with one sweep of my arm. The third managed to duck under my guard and leap for my throat, but his teeth couldn't penetrate my thick fur. I grabbed him mid-air and threw him into the fourth warrior. Both went down in a tangle of limbs.