The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.-Chapter 303: Fatal Mistake II

Lyla

Below us, warriors were rushing toward the northern edge while others formed defensive lines. What I saw next made my blood freeze—warriors who looked exactly like our White Mountain fighters charging into the camp, led by someone who appeared to be Ramsey.

"The foxes," I whispered. "They're drawing them in by pretending to be us."

"A trap within a trap," Kieran confirmed. "Your mate thinks he's attacking Nathan, but he's actually facing illusions while the real threat surrounds him."

My mind whirled with dangerous possibilities. If Ramsey was going to fall into a trap, our original plan was useless. We needed to adapt immediately.

"Change of plans," I announced, turning to my elite warriors "Gather the Ferals. We're going in now."

"But the signal—" Garin and Killian began simultaneously.

"There won't be a signal," I cut him off. "Ramsey's walking into a trap. We need to create a diversion."

I turned back to Kieran. "How do we counter fox magic?"

"Their illusions can fool the eyes, but not scent," he replied. "Your elite warriors with their moonstone weapons can disrupt the magic if they get close enough."

A plan formed in my mind. "We'll split into three groups. Kieran, take half the Ferals and circle east—target any foxes you can identify. Karin and Killian – you will both take your elite warriors straight down the middle—use the moonstones to disrupt their magic. I will take the rest of the Ferals west to find Ramsey."

"Alone?" Garin asked "It's too dangerous."

"I'm a Moonsinger," I reminded him. "And I'm not losing Ramsey to some fox trick."

They didn't argue further. Within minutes, our forces were reorganized and moving into position.

Before we separated, Kieran caught my arm. "Be careful, Moonsinger", he warned. "Fox magic is disorienting. Trust your instincts, not your eyes."

I nodded and signaled to my group of Ferals. They formed a protective circle around me as we descended toward the western edge of the camp.

By the time we reached the perimeter, the whole place was filled with chaos. Warriors fought warriors, many wearing the same colors, making it impossible to tell friend from foe at a glance. The fox illusions were masterful—each fake fighter moved and fought just like the real ones would.

I focused on my connection to the Ferals, using a low hum to direct them forward. They moved as one unit, clearing a path through the confusion. Unlike the regular warriors, visual illusions didn't fool the Ferals—they relied on scent and sound, following my commands perfectly.

We pushed deeper into the camp, searching for any sign of Ramsey or Lenny. The sounds of battle surrounded us—metal clashing against metal, howls of pain and rage, the thud of bodies falling.

Then, through a gap in the fighting, I spotted him—Ramsey, surrounded by what appeared to be his own warriors, yet something was wrong. They weren't protecting him but herding him toward a central tent where a tall figure stood watching.

Nathan.

I changed course immediately, leading my Ferals toward the trap closing around Ramsey. As we drew closer, I began to sing—not the gentle melodies I'd used before, but a battle song. The Ferals responded instantly, moving forward with renewed strength.

My voice cut through the chaos, carrying power that made the fox illusions waver. Several warriors near Ramsey suddenly flickered, their appearances shifting rapidly before settling back into false forms.

Ramsey heard my song and turned, confusion crossing his face as he spotted me. I could see the moment he realized something was wrong—his eyes widened, and he began fighting against the warriors surrounding him.

But as I moved to reach him, a figure stepped into my path—Gamma Darius. He had a cold look on his face.

"The Moonsinger," he said, his voice oddly flat. "How convenient."

That was when it dawned on me: the missing advisor, the leaked information, the perfectly timed attack.

"You're the traitor," I breathed.

His smile was nothing like the Gamma Darius I knew. "I prefer the term 'strategic investor.' I'm simply backing the winning side."

Behind him, I could see Ramsey fighting desperately, but he was outnumbered and being driven every second toward Nathan.

"You won't take him," I said, my voice hardening as I made hand gestures at the Ferals with me.

"Oh, we don't want him," Darius replied calmly. "We want you. The Moonsinger. The one who could ruin everything."

He lunged forward with such speed I didn't know he possessed, but my Ferals were faster. They intercepted him, but in a flash, he slithered away from them. For an old man, he wasn't moving normally for his kind.

"Don't tell me I am fighting an illusion," I rolled my eyes.

"You're not. This is me, Darius. I've been the Dark One's man for the longest time. Nathan is his perfect representative, and once I prove myself true, I will fight side by side with the Dark One. He rewards loyalty generously." fгeewebnovёl.com

"Aren't you too old to talk about rewarding loyal and whatnot? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Letting…"

"Don't try to guilt-trip me, Lyla Woodland. Do you know how long I have served in the service of the Thorne before I began to serve as Ramsey's Gamma and not one recognition. I do not own anything to my name, I live like a proper pauper, I am sent to do their dirty laundry…I am just a Gamma and nothing more."

"Ramsey is not like the Lycan Leaders you've served before," I argued. "He's a better man…"

"Oh, please… don't lie to yourself, Lyla. Ramsey is just like them. I am tired of being relegated to the sidelines. I am why there is knowledge of how a Feral operates, and that is just one of the things I have done."

"Please," I pleaded. You don't want to do this. Please…"

"The White Mountain will fall, and the Dark One must be allowed to rule our worlds where we will all be equal. I'm sorry, Lyla, but this is how it will end."

He lunged at me…

Just behind Darius, I see someone moving, crouched low, coming towards him. I try not to look away; I don't want him to know that someone is coming for him.

Everything happened in a second before something hard struck at the back of his head, and he fell face flat in front of me.

"Are you alright, Luna?" the figure asked.

It was Caius, and he was back from the dead.