The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Where is your mate, Lyla?
Nathan

The priestess nodded solemnly. “Yes. Every Moonsinger in history, including Neriah, the first Moonsinger. They all at some point were stripped of their abilities, so this is not the first time.”

The elders exchanged nervous glances. “So, how were they able to fight?” Elder Mira asked.

“They all underwent training – serious, vigorous training that made them stronger, stronger than any ordinary Lycan. Most of them gained the strength of a hundred Lycans combined. The Moonsinger before Lyla – the general from across the sea had the strength of a thousand Lycans and that was because of his experience as a warrior coupled with his special gift.”

Everyone in the hall exchanged another round of shocked glances. Even Ramsey looked taken aback.

“But why?” Ramsey asked, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “Why did they all lose their powers? Was the Dark One responsible for that too?”

The priestess nodded. “The pattern has been consistent. Due to the nature of how Moonsingers discover their powers, the Dark One always reaches them first. In fact, the birth of a Moosinger slowly awakens the Dark One and when he becomes fully awake, he starts to search for them using his Trinax but that’s a story for another time. Despite all the precautions taken by all High Priestesses, he always manages to reach them before us and by the time we discover them… they’re without their powers.”

“And what does the Dark One do with all these powers he collects?” Ramsey pressed.

“No one knows,” the priestess shook her head. “But what we do know is that the loss doesn’t end their journey as Moonsingers. On the contrary, it’s always the beginning of their journies and now that we have acknowledged that the Moonsinger has been revealed, there’ll be lots of attacks sprinkled now and again.”

“And coincidentally, our Moonsinger is not strong enough to save us,” Elder Thorne smirked.

“I should warn you, Elder Thorne,” the priestess turned to him “You should be mindful of the way you speak to Lyla. The position she holds can almost rival that of the owner of the White Moon Throne. I only begged for your reinstatement into the council because your pack – the White Lake pack would play a pivotal role this time around.”

“A pivotal role?” Elder Thorne arched his brow. “What do you mean?”

“The water from the White Lake in your pack would be used to perform a cleansing ritual on the Moonsinger and your soldiers would protect the White Moon Throne and every other pack in the White Moon region. They have been chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Coincidentally,” she turned to me, her eyes piercing into my soul. “Alpha Nathan…Your pack has also been chosen to protect the Werewolf packs in this side of our world.”

“This side of our world?” Elder Mira asked.

“Unlike previous years where the Dark One focuses on every pack in our world, this time around, it is more concerned with the Lycans and Werewolves that borders the Northern forests. I’m afraid, this would be a dark time for all of us but that is to be expected, the White Moon Throne resides here and for the first time in ages, we have someone chosen by the White Moon Throne, A Beta as an Alpha and the flowing stream of the White Lake in the White Mountain Region…members of the council,” she paused. “Darkness is upon us.”

The hall went silent as everyone had their eyes fixed on her. “I’m afraid, we do not follow, High Priestess,” Ramsey broke the silence.

“For years and generations, no Moonsinger has been able to finally kill the Dark One and that’s because of a lot of factors that I cannot explain now as they are not clear to me. But what I do know is, that this is a repetition of what happened a long time ago. The daughter of an Alpha becomes a Moonsinger, A Beta replaces an Alpha and becomes an Alpha and the direct bloodline of a Werewolf and a Lycan sits on the White Moon Throne…”

“… 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.”

Elder Mira recited, rising to her feet as she walked towards Lyla. “Are you saying she’s the fulfilment of that prophecy?”

The priestess studied her for a while before she answered. “I don’t know. I’ve looked into Lyla Woodland’s birth and both her parents are of Alpha lineage.”

“So, you’re saying we could have two Moonsingers?” Elder Eldric exclaimed.

“It’s possible,” the priestess shrugged. “The prophecy was clear that a child of a silver wolf which represents a Sigma wolf and a Golden sun which represents either a Lycan or a Werewolf Alpha wolf but then on a larger scale, it also means that things that should not be would be. For instance, A Beta becoming an Alpha, a child born by a Werewolf and a Lycan being chosen by the White Moon throne… two unequal things would unite…”

Nothing was making sense. I could see the confusion on Ramsey’s face too and Lylas’. And that was because we weren’t following what they were saying.

“Just like how it happened in the time of the first Moonsinger…” Elder Mira laughed. “Oh, gods! We’re eternally fucked.”

“In one way we’ll not be if we do things the right way this time around and that is to make sure that Lyla Woodland doesn’t mate with the Dark One or get joined to him in any way,” the priestess said.

My hands tightened into a fist, as I tried not to think of Lyla lying next to an ugly-looking form that was the Dark one. Clearing my throat to draw the attention of the priestess I leaned forward.

“We seem to be forgetting something important. If Lyla doesn’t have her powers, how is she supposed to protect herself? How is she supposed to train? To fight too. As you know she doesn’t have a wolf…”

“None of the other Moonsingers had wolves!” the priestess said immediately interrupting me.

“What!” Ramsey shot out from his chair. “Moonsingers are not supposed to have wolves?” he asked.

“Yes,” the priestess nodded narrowing her eyes at him. “They’re never born with a wolf because it will be too much power to handle. A Moonsinger is like a demi-god, a miniature representation of the Moon Goddess herself. She forged them out of herself… Werewolves were never meant to have magical powers… we’re not Wizards or Witches, our strength lies in our Wolves and nothing more… so anyone different is truly special and a gift from the goddess.”

I saw Ramsey’s gaze on Lyla who just sat still. She hadn’t said a word since the meeting started. I wonder how she was feeling to know that all along, nothing was wrong with her.

“To answer your question, the priestess turned to me. “She will fight and train normally and with the help of the water from the White Lake and the cleansing, it will minimize pain and injury but I cannot guarantee her not being injured or being in pain from training. Of course, she’ll heal slower but when she becomes stronger, she’ll heal faster.”

“Then how,” Ramsey suddenly asked. “Did the Moonsingers from before manage to weaken the Ferals without their innate powers?”

The priestess smiled. “There’s a sword – old and outdated in these times but it was a weapon – crafted and forged from the powers of Neriah. It is buried in the deep of the Northern Forest and every Moonsinger before Lyla has wielded it, and it has granted them power and will allow them to use their Moonsinging ability.”

“Wow!” I nodded. “It’s like an external source.”

“You could say that, Alpha,’ she nodded towards me “That’s why only Warriors trained in the old ways can fight a Feral. Using these modern weapons will get us nowhere. We’ll fight with silver and wolfsbane and things used of old to defeat Ferals. Alpha,” her gaze focused on me again.

“I see your Gamma Cole has started training warriors in readiness to fight with the Moonsinger.”

I nodded. “Is that why my pack was chosen?” I asked.

“One of the reasons and maybe because the Moonsinger is from there. As for the White Lake Pack Warriors, they were chosen because a lot of them are offsprings of Alphas and Lycans. We need that perfect blend,” she paused and turned to Elder Thorne.

“Starting today, Elder Thorne will supply at least a thousand soldiers to the core packs of the White Mountain region who will only serve at the borders and three thousand at the White Moon Pack. We would perform cleansing at the borders of the pack from next week, at the first light of the half moon. It’ll keep the Trinax and the Ferals away until it wears off and I’ll send a priestess to the White Moon Pack.”

Then she turned to Lyla. “Lyla, you must choose someone you trust to help train you. This person will become crucial to your journey, more important than you can imagine.”

“Oh!” Lyla nodded.

“Traditionally, I would advise you choose your mate. They are bound to you in ways no one else can understand. But…” she trailed off as she scanned the room. “Where is your mate, Lyla?”