The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.-Chapter 312: The beginning of the end II

Lyla POV

When we arrived at the entrance of the White Mountain Region, I tried to stay brave.

Xander's armies looked like sand on a beach. They covered every inch of ground in front of the gate of the White Mountain Region. As I tried to move forward, Ramsey grabbed my arms.

"Stay close," he whispered.

A few of our Sentries and Ferals lay on the ground, from the attack some moments ago. I listened as Ramsey barked orders for the death Ferals to be taken away and caged. Thankfully, the Ferals had stopped attacking.

Caius gave the order for the gates to be opened, and all the warriors who had come with us marched outside, forming a protective barrier between the Ferals and the entrance to the White Mountain Region.

Ramsey held me close while we moved between the warriors to a small tent that had been pitched at the back. Lenny was looking at something from the digital map board – it was the aerial view of the Ferals.

"There's no way we'd be able to outnumber them," Caius murmured, staring at the digital map too. "Except somehow, White Lake decides to change their minds and send their warriors here, then we might actually stand a chance."

"How many Feral can you weaken at once?" Lenny looked up as our gaze met.

"I…I don't know," I replied helplessly. "I've never been in this sort of situation, so I don't know how many my singing would affect, but it should be a good number of them at least."

"I'm hoping it's one thousand Ferals at the same time. That's the only way we would be able to fight," Lenny sighed. "How about the Trinax? Do you have much authority over them as the Ferals?"

"We cannot harm their Trinax yet," Caius pitched, coming closer to the table again. "Once their Trinax dies, the Ferals go into some sort of rage. With their Trinax still alive, it'll be easier to kill them in clusters. Plus, we should be cautious with them; their forms are bewitching. If any of our warriors stare at them for more than 10 seconds…"

"If we have our warriors take turns fighting in their war form, that might help," Ramsey said suddenly, cutting Caius off. Lyla and I would lead the first garrison. She would weaken them, and we would fight. We'll be twice as brutal and faster in our war froms…"

"And twice as easy to kill," Lenny sighed. "It's too dangerous, Ramsey. War forms are used in overwhelming situations, plus our warriors have barely recovered their strength. If they go in that form, it would deplete them faster. Instead, we fight with our Lycans."

"Everything would work out," I piped in with a smile on my face. "I've been training with my Elite Warriors, and they know what to do. Once I start singing, it will be easier for them to…"

Before I could say more, a deafening roar split the air. The ground beneath us trembled, tilting me towards Ramsey, whose arms came around me immediately.

"What was that?" I asked, gripping onto Ramsey for dear life. I had barely asked the question when the first layer of the protective wall that surrounded the White Mountain began to crack.

"This is not right," I shook my head. "Nanny said…"

"Alpha," Kieran, one of the Ferals, ran in. "They have with them a Priestess. She is trying to bring down the walls."

"Why would a priestess fight with our enemy?" Ramsey queried. Still holding on to me, he started walking out of the tent. When we got to the front lines, he held the binoculars to his eyes to search out who it was exactly.

I stared at the figure standing in front of the Ferals, her eyes closed and her face tilted to the sky, her white robes swirling around her. She was a Sigma priestess, I could tell, and her face also looked familiar.

"Lyla… Lyla!" Nanny suddenly appeared from behind me, along with her friend, Terra; they both looked like they had just run a marathon. "Jemimah is fighting with them. She is as strong as I am. All her life, she has trained to be a High Priestess, so she would bring down those walls any moment now."

"Who is Jemimah? Is she a priestess too?" Ramsey asked, turning to her.

"Yes," Terra came forward. "A few weeks ago, we had her locked up for contempt and trying to lead a rebellion against Miriam. For context, she's insisting that Miriam cannot serve as the high priestess because she has a daughter. Still, since the Moon Goddess has not spoken or appointed another High Priestess aside from Miriam, the council of priestesses decided Miriam would act in Mother Liora's stead until we get a better solution."

"Aren't all High Priestesses Sigma's with the silver mark?" Caius asked. He had joined us.

"Yes," Nanny nodded. "She doesn't have the silver mark, but she was the only sigma wolf that scaled through all the trainings in flying colours, but the law is the law, and we had incarcerated her due to insubordination before we started for the White Mountains."

"She broke out of her cell, killed Superior Priestess Diane and pretty much the other priestesses. I managed to escape with a few other priestesses," Terra panted. "We need to leave here. You and your warriors. We could hold White Moon Pack at least; there's no way she'd be able to fight off all the priestesses who came with me. If we all stay here, we'll die."

Another crack on the wall made me shiver with fright. I turned to Ramsey, who had been quiet the whole time. Everyone was looking at him.

"I'm sorry, Wise Woman Terra," Ramsey shook his head. "But I cannot leave. If those Ferals should get through this wall, they can take White Moon and all the other packs. This is our only chance. If we cannot show some resistance here, then we're doomed."

Terra looked distressed.

"You don't know Jemimah, she would not rest until…"

"How can one kill a woman who was meant to be a High Priestess?" Caius asked suddenly. The attention shifted to him.

"Creating barriers to block her connection to the Moon's power, that is the only thing that can help at this moment. You cannot kill a High Priestess," Nanny said sorrowfully. "That's why they outlive every ruler. They can only die when it is time for them to go and when a successor has been trained enough."

"But she's not a high priestess," Ramsey said coolly. "We could try. Listen," he inhaled and exhaled deeply. "I know it seems like the odds are against us, but the moment the Dark One and his armies break through these walls, Xander would be able to access the White Moon Throne. And we'll be doomed forever. We need to give all it takes… we cannot retreat now."

"And you all need to have a little faith in me," I said quietly. "I know I don't look like I can do anything, but trust me, I can help. We're all in this together, and we will prevail."

"They're attacking," A warrior's voice rang out as the first section of the wall finally crumbled. Thankfully, it was only the outer layer.

"Let them change into their war forms, Caius," Ramsey instructed. "Deploy them to the weakest points of the walls, let's hope they fall into the trap."

Another explosion rocked the ground. This time, I could see flames rising from the eastern side of the wall.

"They're using some kind of explosive magic," Kieran reported, rushing back to us. "It's not like anything we've seen before."

"Lyla," Ramsey turned to me, his expression was grim but filled with determination. "Your elite warriors are assembled at the Northern side of the wall. That is the weakest and easiest way to get into the region. I need you there. If you can turn some of those Ferals, it might give us more grounds."

"It's too dangerous for her to be performing a ritual of that sort in a war situation," Nanny shook her head. "Yes, I understand it must be done, but let her weaken…"

"I can do it, Nanny," I reached for her hand. "I promise."

My heart was pounding with doubt. Converting Three Hundred and Fifty Ferals in a controlled ritual had nearly sapped the life out of me. Trying to do the same in the middle of the battle, with thousands, seemed impossible.

"I'm coming with you," Nanny insisted. "You'll need support for that kind of thing."

"You need to stay and tackle, Jemimah. We must make sure…"

"I am coming with you," Nanny said through gritted teeth and with a stern glare. "I can tackle Jemimah from wherever."

"Then it's settled," Ramsey nodded. "I will coordinate the overall defence. Lenny to the Western side of the wall, Caius to the East, Freya to the South, and you, Lyla…" His tone faltered. "To the North," he took a step towards me. "If it becomes overwhelming, I beg you, run away… please…"

"I'll be fine, Ramsey," I gave him a quiet smile. "I won't die…"

He nodded and placed a kiss on my forehead before turning away. I ran with Nanny toward the Northern gate, where the Ferals seemed to be gravitating towards.