The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 349: The final hour: planning

Lyla

I headed toward the war council room, trying to gather my thoughts.

Before I even reached the door, I could hear voices arguing inside. Someone was suggesting sending decoys as warriors first, instead of risking the lives of innocent warriors for some experiments, precisely the kind of thinking that would get our people killed.

I pushed open the heavy steel door with enough force to make it slam against the wall. The loud bang echoed through the room, causing every head to turn toward me. The arguing stopped instantly.

Ramsey sat at the head of the round table, cradling his head. I could tell he’s had enough of everything already. He was surrounded by members of our war council, fleeing werewolf Alphas who had taken shelter in the White Mountains and Alpha Lycans who sat uniformly to the right of Ramsey as if mingling with the werewolf Alphas would diminish them.

The viewing screen was on, showing a detailed landscape of all the land surrounding the White Mountains. Maps covered the table’s surface, marked with strategic positions and attack routes.

Someone was at the screen, pointing at the different battle plans they’ve come up with, showing different movements for our troops and strategies. noveldrama

"Babe!" Ramsey called my attention, rising to his feet with a broad smile as he approached me. The rest of the table followed suit. "Where have you been? Changing and bathing took so long."

When he reached me, he captured my lips in a soft kiss and would have kept going if the noisy clearing of throats from the Alphas had not interrupted us. When we pulled apart, Ramsey searched my face.

"Are you alright? Do you still feel sick?"

"I’m fine," I grinned at him. "I lost track of time and couldn’t come as soon as possible, but I’m here now." I pushed past Ramsey, addressing the rest of the room. "I’m sorry I came late."

Without another word, I walked straight to the head of the table. In one swift motion, I swept my arm across the surface, sending all the maps and strategy papers flying to the ground. They scattered like fallen leaves.

Everyone stared at me in stunned silence.

"Strategy won’t help us," I started, breaking the silence. "Neither would the strength of our warriors. We might have a billion warriors, and yet we’ll be subdued. We only need to agree on how to attack and which group goes with which. The fight against the Ferals won’t be won with weapons or an extensive knowledge of fighting wars – we must use our abilities as werewolves and Lycans."

From the far end of the table, Circe began clapping slowly. A pleased smile spread across her face. She was sleeping when I walked in.

"Exactly what I’ve been shouting all day. I don’t think these men grasp how powerful magic is—the goddess’s given ability. You don’t fight it with weapons or trained warriors... You fight with your wits and ability."

I nodded at her, grateful for the support. "When we go out on the battlefield, we’ll fight as werewolves and Lycans should. We’re not humans...our wounds heal, we have wolves and Lycans. There’s no way we can face these beasts without meeting them in the same form as them."

There was a collective exchange of glances throughout the room. Since no one was talking, I continued.

"We have a chance at defeating the Ferals before they cause damage to us. If we follow my suggestion, we’d have the upper hand and not lose more warriors than necessary."

Darren leaned forward with his brow furrowed and asked. "So, what should we do now?"

I met his gaze, then looked at each warrior in turn around the table. These were good people – brave, loyal and submissive to their Lycan Leader Ramsey even though they don’t show it. By coming here, I know they were willing to die for this singular cause of ending the Dark One’s rule.

But they were thinking like humans when they needed to think like Lycans and Werewolves.

"Follow my lead," I said.

Ramsey had drawn close to the table, and our eyes met. I could see the question there, the concern, but also the trust. He would support me regardless of his doubts about my plan.

"Moonsinger," Korin spoke from my right, "what exactly are you proposing?"

I moved away from the table to stand in the centre of the room where everyone could see me clearly. "The Ferals are corrupted wolves. No one knows whether they’re Lycans or Werewolves, but they are corrupted wolves who have lost their sense of reasoning."

"Yes?" Darren shrugged.

"Their connection to the moon has been severed and replaced with something dark and twisted, but underneath that corruption, they’re still Lycans or werewolves, and we have our proof. Didn’t I restore the sanity of three hundred and fifty Ferals? Today, they fight with us."

"Which means?" Darren pressed.

"Which means they respond to the same lunar energy as we do. But instead of drawing power from it, it becomes their weakness since the Moon Goddess cursed them."

I paused, making sure everyone understood. "We don’t fight them with our physical strength. We fight them with our spiritual connection to the first Moonsinger, in sync with other Moonsingers whose blood I carry. Unrelated, but every Moonsinger is connected to all the Moonsingers that have ever lived."

Circe nodded and raised her hand, indicating she wanted to speak.

I nodded, and she rose to her feet. "What the Moonsinger is saying is the truth. Brute force won’t work against these creatures. Do you think they have endless meetings like this and talk about blocking off a path?"

"They might me, they always fight with a certain level of coordination," Alpha Winters muttered. "I read Aeon’s account."

"Coordination is not strategy or studying the maps. Coordination is simply working together, or going with a particular group or not. It’s not setting up traps or whatsoever. Remember, these creatures have lost their sense of humanity. They cannot think as accurately as we can," Circe explained.

"So, you’re asking us to think like Ferals?" Vega turned to ask her.

"Yes, but also think like Lycans. Every Feral is connected to their Trinax, and the logical thing to do is first to destroy the Trinax, but then, it can regroup and find a new group..."

"Also, Ferals can replicate whatever we do," Caius cut in for the first time since I entered. Circe paused, and Caius threw her an apologetic look.

"If a Feral sees you jumping on each other’s shoulders and it seems to work against killing them, they would jump on their shoulders too. They’re not as mindless as we think they are, especially the Ferals controlled by the Dark One itself."

"There’s a different Feral group controlled by the Dark One himself?" Darren laughed dryly.

"Yes," I nodded. "I believe they’re the Aureans, former guardians of our world and Neriah’s people. There’s no actual record of them dying, except that they suddenly disappeared from our world. Through my visions of past Moonsingers, I know they were turned into Ferals while still retaining their powers... maybe."

There was a long pause in the room before Ramsey spoke up.

"So, we’re going against Ferals with magical abilities and ordinary Ferals?"

"Yes," I nodded. We only need two groups: one led by Circe and one by me. I will fight the Dark One and his Ferals, and then Circe can lead the rest of the group to fight the other Ferals and whatever surprises the Dark One has prepared."

Circe nodded, pleased. "Who knew one day these abilities would become of great use. I’m honoured, Moonsinger."

One of our War Council members suddenly raised her hand. Her name was Elena, and she was a Delta but a gallant warrior.

"How do we channel that kind of power? I can shift and fight, but I’ve never tried to weaponise the lunar energy, and you mentioned we would fight with that."

"That’s where I come in, where the High priestesses, the priestesses and Circe, a hybrid, also come in. My connection to Neriah is stronger than any Moonsinger ever lived. I am her direct reincarnation and possess powers similar to hers."

"Interesting," Darren nodded. "A direct resemblance doesn’t mean..."

"Darren!" Vega called out.

"It’s fine," I nodded to her. "It’s healthy to see that there are doubts. In any case, Neriah had problems with her pheromones, and I did too until I learnt how to control them, and it’s also one of the ways I can channel my powers."

"How can you use that to help us?" Elena asked.

"I can amplify your natural abilities as werewolves or Lycans, help you focus them into something more powerful. Your spiritual leads, either Circe, the High Priestess or any of the priestesses, would connect with me and help you all to channel these powers..."

Ramsey started walking to where I stood, shaking his head. "Lyla, that kind of magical exertion could be dangerous for you. You’re barely recovered from the last fight."