The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 325

Ramsey

Earlier that morning

I sat in my office, going through the documents my father had left about Alpha Logan's research on the Aureans and Moonsingers. My grandfather had retrieved them from his private restricted archives as promised.

The first entries detailed Neriah, the first Moonsinger. Of course, she was an Aurean, and her people had similar abilities to her, but the only difference was her unique powers, which superseded those of an ordinary Aurean.

First, Ferals had long existed before a Moonsinger was created. It was said that it was created because these Ferals were corrupting werewolves from around the world and turning them into Ferals.

So, Neriah was born under the Blood Moon and given the ability to fight these Ferals with her voice and heal with it, too.

The research also discussed her lovers, one named Rian and the other Thames. Rian was a son of the Lycan from the White Moon Pack and the first offspring from the White Moon Pack that the White Moon Throne had chosen.

Thames was an Aurean and the next Alpha of the Northern Forests because Neriah's father had given birth to three daughters, and his wife was constantly sick. An asterisked part talked about how the Alpha loved his wife and his mate so much that he was ready to do anything for her to be fine and, as such, had entered an alliance with the Lycan from the White Moon Throne.

In exchange for his daughter Neriah to marry his son Rian, they would send skilled Healers from the White Mountains – healers who could heal anything to tend to her.

My eyes narrowed as I read about Corvus, a shadowblader and a rogue Lycan – who knew Lycans could be rogues too.

Corvus had burned down the Moon Temple and killed countless people after discovering some terrible secret. The text didn't reveal what secret he had stumbled upon, leaving me frustrated.

The story grew darker. After Rian and Thames died fighting for Neriah, Neriah tried to revive them. She expended massive energy, inadvertently killing her own people in the process. The power unleashed razed the entire Northern Forest, automatically transforming the dead Aureans into Ferals.

I paused, considering this. The research explained that these Ferals weren't merely savage beasts like other Ferals; The research said that Neriah's power had conflicted with their abilities and caused them to become Ferals.

So, the Ferals in the Northern Forest turned Ferals because they combined Neriah's powers with their own, becoming neither werewolf nor human, creatures who lost the ability to reason but gained frightening intelligence and adaptability.

The documents stated that these Ferals from the Northern Forest were different, could procreate, and outlive any weather condition. More importantly, they could only be broken by the same powers that made them Ferals.

I nodded to myself. Lyla had proven this true by converting 350 Ferals back to normal werewolves.

Then I read something that chilled my bones: "When the massacre happened and the Aureans became Feral, the Moon Goddess twisted the blood moon oath that bound Corvus, the rogue lycan and former Shadowblader, against him, binding him to eternal suffering and creating him as their enemy."

Corvus—could this be the Dark One? An ancient being bound to eternal torment, now returned to exact revenge? Was it even revenge that he'd come from? The research was a lot of hurriedly scribbled theories, so there was no follow-up on this Corvus.

I tried to read more, but excitement and dread made concentration difficult. I decided to close the research when my eyes caught something penned in small script at the lower edge of the page:

"To kill a Dark One, a Moonsinger must die alongside him to break the cycle of grief and vengeance and to rid our world of the abnormality created by Neriah. That or someone that..."

There was a knock on the door, and immediately I slammed the research shut and shoved it inside my drawer. Why was I acting like I had been caught doing something I shouldn't be doing?

"Come in," I called, hoping my voice sounded normal.

Caius entered. "Sorry, I came late, I was checking the patrol teams for today and…" he paused as his eyes raked over me. "Is it my eyes or something? You look flustered. Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly, moving to the window to calm my racing thoughts. The words from the research still echoed in my mind—a Moonsinger must die to kill the Dark One. I took several breaths, trying to ground myself in the present. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

After several seconds, I turned back to Caius. "I'm going to lure Elder Thorne in for the meeting and arrest him."

Caius stared for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I agree with you."

"We need to consider stronger measures," Caius continued. "Elder Thorne is unpredictable."

I nodded. "Arresting him will shock him. For the first time, I will exercise my right as Lycan Leader. I'll accuse him of treason."