The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 237
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Chapter 237: The aftermath…
Ramsey
Loud ringing…. Loud, loud ringing lulled me out of my unconscious state.
I blinked severally, trying to fight the blur in my vision. My head throbbed painfully, my ears ringing so loudly it drowned out everything else. I tried to move but felt like I was trapped under something heavy.
Was I being buried? The sand was all over my body, and something else was pressing on me. I tried to reach La,x but he seemed unresponsive. Someone was calling my name from a great distance. I blinked rapidly, trying to understand where I was or where I went to.
I turned my head aga,in looking around, but my vision remained unfocused. I could barely make out the wreckage around me. Where was I? What had happened?
I managed to slip out of whatever was holding me bound to the ground and push my body into a sitting position. My vision was clearing a little, but not enough to have a bird’ s-eye view of everything.
I scanned where I sat, taking in the Debris surrounding me and then slowly, the memories began to filter into my mind. Where I was, once stood a meeting hall from moments ago. I lifted my eyes, and all I could do was stare numbly; an entire line of the building lay in ruins.
The explosion didn’t just affect the meeting roo, but the four offices next to it. Chunks of concrete, twisted metal and shattered glass lay everywhere. My mind was still struggling to process how quickly everything had changed – one moment, I’d been sitting in the meeting hall, the next…
A firm grip landed on my shoulder, sliding under my armpit to haul me up. The sudden movement sent a fresh wave of dizziness through me, but whoever was helping me didn’t let me go. My legs felt like liquid, but somehow, I managed to stay standing as they half-dragged, half-carried me to what felt like a platform and set down.
I just sat there, watching shadowy figures dash past in a blur of motion, filled with urgency. Gradually, my vision began to clean,r and when it finally did, I just remained still for a few moments, staring blankly at the devastation. Smoke and dust filled the air, creating a choking haze.
Pack warriors swarmed around the ruins like ants, shouting orders, others digging through the wreckage of what had once been the meeting hall. Their movements were precise pand ractised – they’d trained for scenarios like this, little did I know that the first place they would use that training was here, in the heart of our territory.
Right in the heart of the White Moon Throne.
My mind struggled to catch up, to recall what had happened just before everything turned to chaos. Slowly, my vision sharpened, and I saw familiar faces on the other side of the destruction. Lenny stood a few feet away, gesturing as he gave orders to a group of warriors. They were pointing toward the collapsed hall with grim expressions.
Lenny looked like he’d just walk through a blizzard. His clothes were torn, his hair was matted with dust and sand ,and there were streaks of blood running down the side of his face and arms. Thankfully, we Lycan heal fast, even faster than werewolves.
I tried to make out the words Lenny was saying ,but the words were lost in the continuing ring in my ears, though it had reduced now.
A sharp sting on my face made me flinch. When I looked up, I saw a pack nurse holding my hand and cleaning wounds on my face. I hadn’t even realized I had. The sting of the antiseptic barely registered. Something was wrong – desperately, terribly wrong. A cold dread settled over me, tightening my chest like a vice. I tried to piece together my fractured memory, but it was like grasping at mist.
My eyes scanned the faces of the wounded being treated around me. Most of them were elders with cuts and bruises, other pack members who worked in the building, warriors sporting more serious injuries, and a few pack members in various states of shock. Each face registered and was dismissed as my mind searched for…
The name slammed into my mind like an arrow.
Lyla.
I shot to my feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness that threatened to topple me and my wounds flaring with pain. I didn’t care. My heart pounded wildly as I searched the sea of faces around me.
There was no sign of Lyla. I wobbled towards the other people lying on the ground, plus the ones who seemed conscious and the ones who had clothes covering their heads. I even took the liberty to open the clothes just to be sure that she was there ,but none of the faces matched Lylas’.
That was a relief, at least. I turned in circles, scanning the faces of people present there.
Where is she? Why isn’t she here?
Lenny had told me he had settled her at the observers galler,y so by all right, she ought to have been in the building when the explosion happened. Panic surged through me, overriding every other feeling. I staggered forwad, toward the wreckage – if she wasn’t here, then she would surely be there. But before I could take another step, strong arms grabbed me, pulling me back.
I struggled instinctively, whipping around to confront whoever was stopping me.
It was Lenny.
His expression was grave, and his hands gripping my shoulders were tight as if he was bracing for an explosion.
“Where is Lyla?” my voice was hoarse and ragged. “Why isn’t she here?”
Lenny hesitated for the briefest moment before answering in a soothing tone.
“We’re trying to get her out,” he said. “We’ve located her body with the thermal imaging equipment. The team is working to reach her. Please be patient.”
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“No,” I shook my head violently, sending fresh waves of pain through my skull. “No, no, no.”
Her body? No. No, that couldn’t be right.
“No,” I repeated, my voice breaking.
Lenny’s grip tightened, his expression was filled with sympathy. “Ramsey, listen to me…”
“No!” I roared, shoving Lenny’s hands off me. My entire being rejected the idea that Lyla was buried under the debris,s possibly…
“She’s not dead!” Lenny interrupted my thoughts again. The last time we checked, we picked a pulse, now we’re trying to pull her out.”
Our mated bond – I reached for it frantically, searching for that familiar warmth that connected me to her. It was there but faint, flickering like a candle in a storm. I was alive but barely.
“Move,” I growled, my Lycan Leader authority filling the single word with power. Lenny ,holding me, hesitated.
“Ramsey, you’re injured. The rescue team…”
“Is too slow,” my eyes began to glow with annoyance. I could reel Lax rising to the surface. “Every second we waste…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The thought of Lyla trapped in the darkness, possibly bleeding….
Adrenaline pumped through me as I took a step forward, and before anyone could stop me, I shifted. My Lycan would track her better in his form than when I was human. My clothes tore as my body transformed.
Dust and smoke choked the air, and the scent of blood, sweat and burning wood stung my nose. Lax howled and bounded for the ruins. With Lax’s perfect vision, I was able to see the heat signatures of everyone in and around the ruins.
Lax ran until he stopped at a particular spot. Then he started circlin; itt was Lyla’s scent. I transformed back to my human form, paying zero attention to the fact that I had almost no clothing on except for my briefs.
I dropped to my knees and started clawing at the debris, ignoring the raw pain in my hands. Somehow, I was able to move chunks of debris that had taken three warriors working together to shift. Behind me, I could hear Lenny shouting for me to stop, that help was coming, that it wasn’t safe and also shouting orders at the warriors and reorganizing the rescue team.
I continued digging through broken wood, shattered stone and splintered metal – I tore at all of it, desperate to reach her. I didn’t care. A large hand grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back. I snarled in response, swinging wildly, my fist connecting with something solid. A grunt of pain followed, but I wasn’t even sure who I had hit.
My breathing was becoming ragged. My eyes were spinning,g and my hands kept shaking as I dug.
Then, her scent mixed with the metallic scent of blood hit my nostrils, driving me into an even more frenzied pace. I could hear her heartbeat now; our bond was even stronger. Just a little further. Just a little more debris to move.
Then I saw her hand, pale and delicate, among the gray concrete dust. The sight nearly stopped my heart.
“I’ve found her!” someone shouted. “They Lycan Leader has found her!”
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