The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Nymeris II

Lyla & Nymeris (her wolf)

It was agony and ecstasy all at once. My vision blurred, my senses sharpening as my surroundings came alive.

When the transformation was complete, I stood on all fours, my legs trembling beneath me. I stood there momentarily, revelling in the sensation of being whole, feeling, hearing, and seeing everything.

So, this is what it means to have a wolf.

“You’re so dramatic, Lyla,” Nymeris chuckled, “Now, you owe me a run.”

Before I could formulate a coherent response, Nymeris was flying through the forest. Her paws pounded the grass as she galloped through dense trees, and every muscle in my body worked harmoniously. Her strides were long and fluid, pushing us forward with speed.

The wind was in her fur, and I revelled in the satisfaction of the run. The scents of the forest, the wind rushing past my ears. Gosh! This is the best feeling ever.

Nymeris.

The name echoed in my mind like an ancient song, and for the first time since forever, calling her that felt like the best choice I’ve ever made. She ran, going deeper into the heart of the forest. The path twisted severally and climbed, and soon she stopped.

“This is my favourite spot,” she murmured when we arrived at a waterfall nestled in between the White Mountains.

I gasped, staring at the beauty that greeted me. Water cascaded over jagged rocks, shining as clear as crystal, plus the moonlight made it look like a thousand silver drops. Mist rose from the pool at its base, creating an ethereal veil that seemed to shimmer with hidden magic. It was so beautiful that I stood there, gazing through Nymeris’s eyes.

Then she pushed forward until we approached the water’s edge and gazed into it.

For the first time, I truly saw myself.

The other night, in my dream, she had hidden in the shadows, and the only thing I had seen and remembered vividly was her two-forked tail. Now, she took my breath away for the second time.

Everything I thought I had seen that night in my dream paled compared to what I saw here in reality.

Nymeris was magnificent. Her fur was a blend of silvery white—a silver so pure it seemed to capture the moonlight itself – and golden hues that seemed to glow softly in the moonlight, as though somebody had weaved the light of the stars into her coat.

But it was her eyes that held the most magic. I thought they were blue in my dream, but…

They were mesmerizing—one as white as freshly fallen snow, the other burning with the amber fire of the sun. Both colors were a stark contrasty—yet they merged in perfect harmony as I stared at her reflection.

Suddenly, a memory stirred in my mind. This is an excerpt from what I had read in the library while researching Moonsingers centuries ago.

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The night sky wept with stars, each tear a reminder of the losses that the Moon Goddess has endured.

She was the mother of all mythical creatures, the supreme watcher of the night sky, and the werewolves were beloved of all creations. She watched over them for years, nurturing her children like little flowers. But even a goddess can know pain; hers came several years later when darkness threatened to consume all she held dear.

Centuries ago, the memories were as fresh as they were yesterday. The werewolves, her proudest creation—noble, fierce, and loyal, guardians of the balance between nature and the mystical forces that governed the world—suddenly fell into the snares of the ‘Dark one’.

One day, she woke up, and everything changed. A shadow had fallen over them, seducing them with power and freedom from the law that bound them. Helpless, she watched as her beloved children fell to the claws and fangs of each other. Those who listened to the seductive call of the ‘Dark One’ became something twisted, forsaking her light for the wild, untamed wilderness …

These rogue wolves, once noble creatures, became feral and unstoppable, leaving destruction in their wake. They were stronger, faster and more brutal than ever before, cutting down even the mightiest packs.

Pack after pack—her children fell, and the balance of the mythical world teetered on the brink. Desperate, she created a gift–The Moonsinger.

A werewolf born with the ability to calm Feral of wolves and heal with the power of its voice. The Moonsinger would become a beacon of hope, a symbol of her love and mercy, sent to guide her children back to light, and the Moonsinger would appear once every thousand years.

Ten thousand years passed, and the Moonsinger was nowhere to be found. The “Dark One’s” army grew—spreading across the plain, their strength increasing like wildfire. Slowly, the memories of the Moonsinger faded.

But a prophecy was given:

“When Silver Wolf and Golden Sun unite,

A child of both worlds shall come to light.

In its veins, the goddess’s power flows,

To shape the future, for friend or foe.”

This Moonsinger would be more than just a healer; it would fulfil the ancient prophecy. Depending on Moonsinger’s choices and those seeking to covet its power, the balance lost long ago will be restored or shattered.

~~~

The prophecy.

I’d read it in the library. It was a prophecy given 10,000 years ago after the last Moonsinger died. Many had dismissed it as mere legend, but seeing myself now in Nymeris’s form, the truth glared at me.

I was that prophecy. It wasn’t just about my wolf awakening; it was something bigger, something ancient. My existence was tied to a prophecy spoken ten thousand years ago—a destiny I had unknowingly carried all my life.

“I’m the child of both worlds,” I murmured, trembling.

My mind reeled as I stood there, trying to get used to everything. I could hear the faint rustle of leaves miles away, the scurry of every insect in the underbrush, the soft hum of the mountains and the forest itself. It was as if the world had opened up to me, and I was no longer just a part of it …

I was it.

“This is me,” I whispered internally, staring at Nymeris with awe.

Nymeris’s voice filtered into my mind. “This is us.”

“Why me?” I whispered though I wasn’t sure if I was asking Nymeris or myself.

“Because you were chosen,” Nymeris answered. “Because you are strong enough to bear it.”

“I don’t feel strong,” I admitted, feeling the familiar anxious knot in my chest. “I feel… terrified.”

Nymeris stepped forward, nudging our reflection with her paw. “Look at us, Lyla. Do you see weakness?”

I hesitated before lifting my head. My reflection rippled, the proud wolf staring back at me, exuding strength and grace. Nymeris’s amber eye glinted with determination while the white one radiated calm.

“No,” I whispered. “I see…something else.”

“You see what you’re meant to be.”

I sat down, my tail curling around me. The forest seemed to grow quieter as I kept my gaze trained on my reflection in the water.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Nymeris. What if I fail? What if I can’t live up to what I’m supposed to be? How can I be two things at once?”

Nymeris let out a low, reassuring growl. “You’ve already been fighting for this, even before you knew what you were. Every choice you’ve made, and battle you’ve faced has led us here. You’re ready, Lyla.”

The confidence in Nymeris’s voice stirred something profound within me. I thought of every struggle, every loss, every moment of pain I had endured. Somehow, I had survived it all.

“I told you last time that I am more than just a wolf; you’re not just a Moonsinger. You’re both that and this. Mortal yet divine. This is our path, Lyla. Together, we can face whatever comes.”

“I thought having a wolf meant doing many things except trying to fight,” I chuckled dryly. “And you’re stunning.”

“Wait until Lax or Ragnar sees us,” her eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’m sure whenever we go for runs, you’ll be the centre of attraction for good reasons that are not your pheromones.”

“Don’t remind me,” I cringed. “Also, can we keep this a secret in the meantime? I don’t want anyone…”

“Why?” She didn’t allow me to finish.

“Because one less of a trouble for me. We’ll do everything together except show you whenever we’re with others. I can control that much, right?”

There was a slight pause before she drawled. “Yes.”

“Good. Don’t worry, in due time, we’ll come out to everyone.”

“Don’t keep me waiting like before. Patience has never been one of my virtues.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, my paws flexing against the earth. I was still afraid, but there was something else now — hope. Determination.

“I’ll try,” I said, my voice firmer. “I’ll do this … but not alone.”

Nymeris’s pride surged through me. “You’re never alone. We are one.”

And for the first time, I truly believed it.