The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 333

Lyla

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked, though a part of me already sensed the answer.

"Your powers manifest differently from other Moonsingers throughout history. They're almost identical to Neriah's abilities." Her eyes met mine directly. "That's no coincidence. It's because you're my daughter. It's why you're carrying twins despite Moonsingers rarely conceiving."

My hand instinctively moved to my stomach. "Are you saying my babies are—"

"Special," Terra interjected. "Beyond anything we've seen in centuries."

Nanny's expression darkened. "But there's something else you need to understand, Lyla. Your power as a Moonsinger is self-destructive. The more you give in to using these gifts, the more you give yourself to darkness."

I felt a chill run through me. "What? But I've been using my powers to heal people, to fight the Ferals. Why haven't I turned evil?"

"Because you haven't actually used your Moonsinging powers yet," Nanny replied quietly. "Not fully. The last time you came close was at the warehouse in the human world, when you inadvertently freed Xander to an extent."

I stared at her in shock. "That's impossible. What about the healing? The blue flames? Controlling the Ferals?"

Terra stepped forward. "Your mother bears the silver mark, and your father came from a long lineage of seers called Golden Sun, though that bloodline was thought extinct centuries ago. This fusion created your wolf, and there's a line of a prophecy after Neriah's death, and countless Moonsingers have failed to control the Dark One."

Terra removed a small notebook from her bag. "When Silver Wolf and Golden Sun unite, a child of both worlds shall come to light. In its veins, the goddess's powers flow. To shape the future for friend or foe."

"It also talked about how you'd be more than just a ruler and how people would try to covet your powers. Basically, you have to fight between good and evil and make a stand. The Dark One is desperate to bind you to him with the blood oath because it would be easier for him to fill your heart with evil when there's a link."

"Also, Neriah didn't have a wolf," Nanny added. "But you do. A two-tailed wolf is a sign that both parents are connected to a level of spirituality most wolves don't possess. Besides, a two-tailed wolf is not made by the Moon Goddess."

"I know that," I nodded slowly." But I killed her because she demanded that it was the only way I could manifest my powers."

"Nymeris didn't die per se," Terra explained. "She's not with you presently, but she's not erased from our world either, because you are her god. The day you die, she stops existing. She only went out of her way so no one would be able to use her. A two-tailed wolf is dangerous, Lyla. You'd be double terror in the hands of the wrong person like Xander."

"So, all these powers I've been using are just... what? Inherited abilities from my parents? I'm yet to use my real powers?"

"Yes," Nanny confirmed with a heavy sigh. "The only way you can truly use your Moonsinging powers is to channel them through your pheromones."

I stilled as everything suddenly became clear to me. I remembered the warehouse, how Xander had first kissed me, getting me excited before we began the ritual, and how he had always loved to be around me with his crystal ball whenever I was on my heat and when my pheromones were strongest.

"That's why he needed me aroused," I whispered. "That's why the ritual required... intimacy."

Nanny nodded grimly. "The true power of a Moonsinger is tied to creation itself—to life force, passion, and the energy that brings new souls into the world. It's why your pregnancy is both a blessing and a terrible complication."

"So, how long before Nymeris returns to me?" I asked.