The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

132 Reuniting with the Dark One Ramsey Ive never trusted in the supernatural .

I was not a big believer of the Moon Goddess nor the Universe but I could feel an unease settle all over my body , spreading to every part of my body.

I didnt know if it was the stillness of the evening or the way that it seemed like the wind wasnt moving but something didnt feel right.

I could sense it.

Where I stood at the lakes bank, my gaze alternating between Lyla and Miriam as they stood.

Knee deep in the shimmering water.

The evening had grown darker, the moon casting its pale glow over the surface of the lake.

The High Priestess had stopped chanting and the lake was too quiet.

Lenny moved closer to me; his voice low as he muttered.

I just received word from one of the Generals, that one of the Werewolf Pack is under attack by Ferals.

Although theyre doing everything to quell it, its getting severe.

I nodded absently, still gazing at the two figures in the lake.

How far is the Werewolf pack from us? About two hours, Lenny replied.

Send them sreinforcements.

Those warriors with those weapons from Blue Ridge should be among too.

Just a few of them reach out to Alpha Nathan in the morning requesting for more warriors that can operate the weapons.

Okay? He nodded and returned to his former position as he prepared to send the mindlink.

I turned my attention back to the figures in the lake.

From where I stood, I could see Lylas face clearly and suddenly, I noticed her expression was what it was moments ago.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips quivering and her hands clutching Miriams was filled with desperation. Even Miriam who seemed composed at first, looked strained.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her body was trembling slightly as if she was caught in a nightmare. My stomach churned with unease as I approached the priestess.

Something is wrong.

They look.

terrified, The priestess turned toward him.

What do you mean? Look at her at both of them, I said gesturing toward Lyla.

Her face is twisted in fear and Miriam doesnt look any better.

This isnt normal right? The priestess studied them for a moment, her lips pressed into a thin line.

I can see it doo, she finally admitted.

But dont worry, they must have encountered a distant memory.

The cleansing process often brings to light shadows of the past.

Her words did little to ease my growing alarm.

I continued watching anxiously.

In the next instance, Lyla began to cry.

Tears rolled silently down her cheeks; her body trembled with an unspoken anguish.

Priestess, I snapped Look shes crying.

I told you something is wrong.

The High Priestesss calm façade faltered.

She moved closer to the edge of the water, her brows ewed in concentration.

This is unusual, she muttered, almost to herself.

Then do something I demanded, my tone rising.

Theyre clearly in danger.

Do something Les cto me, silently tapping on my shoulders.

When I turned to him, he shook his head and indicated that I shouldnt say anything else.

Sighing.

I moved away from the priestess and began to pace as I watched the priestess.

The tears on Lytas face were coming in torrents, and Miriam was shivering too.

The priestess began to mutter something, her hands moved in intricate patterns over the lake.

The air around us thickened, charging with energy that made the hair on my neck stand up. Suddenly.

Miriams eyes flew open, wide with terror.

She stumbled backwards, removing her band from Lylas hand .

Her chest was heaving as if shed just completed a marathon.

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, fear was etched on every line of her face.

She waded through the water nosily and fell on the bank of the lake, shivering.

Shes shes in her memories she gasped, her voice was high pitched and frantic .

I dont know how but the Dark One is there with here too.

Hes in our old house and ... Her speech was not only disjointed but also, she was speaking too fast, making it difficult for us to understand her words.

What? I barked, stepping toward her.

Slow down! Talk to! speak clearly! She clutched her chest : her breathing was erratic.

She tried again but her words cout jumbled and incoherent mixed with panic.

Inside the lake, Lyla still stood there unmoving as tears continued to stream down her face .

Her eyes were still firmly shut.

Miriam, I snapped with a firm but unkind tone .

Calm down and tell us what you saw.

Hysterics wont help us to solve anything.

Can you do that for me? She swallowed hard; her fingers were trembling so much that they gripped the edge of her gown until her knuckles turned white.

Its him.

she managed.

The Dark somehow found his way into her memories and in the house, we used to live in.

The was there, it seems, waiting for her.

Its so really....

this is not fiction.

of course, I know ! the high priestess sighed, rubbing a hand on her temple.

My eyes darted back to Lyla who was still standing there motionless .

Her tears refused to stop, if anything, they seemed to increase .

You have to do something, Priestess, I tried to control the fearful tremors coursing through my body.

She hasnt moved.

Shes been like that for too long.

Do something, please! The High priestess grunted and entered the water.

She waded gently to where Lyla was, her hands hovering just above her shoulders as she spoke softly, urging her to open her eyes.

Lyla, the priestess called gently, her voice was filled with authority.

Cback.

Open your eyes.

132 Reuniting with the Dark Ong murmuring a series of incantations.

Still, there was no reaction.

The lake remained still, as though it too were holding its breath .

Minutes stretched into an hour, Lyla hadnt moved.

The tears kept falling, her face was pale and damp in the moonlight ..

Miriam sat on the bank of the lake, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she rocked back and forth crying softly.

Whats happening? I demanded hotly my voice breaking with frustration.

I hated being unable to do anything but to stand there and watch.

Why isnt it working? The High Priestess turned toafter a while, her face etched with worry.

I think shes trapped, she admitted.