The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 139 139: Whispers

Lyla

Two days later…

"Lyla...Lyla…Lyla…"

I stirred as my eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. I wanted to open my eyes and ask who was calling and what the person wanted but my mouth felt too heavy.

"Lyla… Lyla…Lyla…"

The voice ca again, this ti, more insistent than the first ti. Grumbling, I swung my legs off the edge of my bed and rose, my bare feet against the cold floor, sending cold tremors.

The voice ca again, more insistent than before and I followed after it. My mind was too foggy as if I was trapped in a dream but that was real. I followed after the sound of the voice, half-asleep, half-awake running into the wall severally as the voice continued beckoning .

Each ti I hesitated, the voice called again, urging forward.

"Lyla…"

I felt my hand push a door and the crisp night air greeted like a cold embrace. I stepped into the darkness.

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"…too bright!" I murmured trying to move away from the bright light that shone on my face. I threw a lazy hand over my face, wondering why my bed was hard.

"…close the blinds, it's too bright!" I cried again with my eyes tightly shut. But nothing happened, the light was still on my face.

Sighing, I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as the harsh sunlight assaulted my vision. I turned my head to the side, expecting to see the maid that was bent on disturbing my sleep but all I saw were trees with daylight filtering through their branches.

This wasn't my room at White Moon Pack. Still feeling drowsy and irritated, I touched the bed, only to realize I was lying on the ground, the earth beneath was damp and cool. Blinking rapidly – I was fully awake now; this wasn't my room – or even near the pack house, I was in the middle of what seed to be a forest.

I started hearing hot and heavy breathing above . When I looked up, a scream tore through my throat, spreading through the forest as my body jerked backwards instinctively. My heart leapt into my throat as I dragged my body away from it.

The wolf cocked its head, and then in an instant, its form shifted and transford. Where the wolf once stood, was Nanny, in a kneeling position. Her expression was calm but filled with concern.

"It's just ," she said softly, holding up her hands in a soothing gesture. "I forgot I hadn't transford back.

"Nan!" I gasped, my chest heaving as I sat on the ground. "What… what's going on? H-How…" I looked around "How did I get here?"

"I was about to ask you the sa thing," she said quietly. "I was out for a run this morning and found you here. I thought you ca out for a walk too or sothing and fainted or fell asleep in the process."

She glanced at my dishevelled appearance and added "You look like you just fought a rogue. Are you alright dear?"

I looked down shocked. My body was caked in dirt, leaves tangled in my hair, and my clothes were torn and muddy. "I…I don't rember."

"What do you an you don't rember?" Nanny asked, staring at intently. "You don't have to lie; I won't tell anyone I saw you here."

"I swear I don't."

I looked around the forest and shivered, not from cold but from a strange sense of displacent. Sothing felt off, but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

Nanny stared at for a few seconds then removed the shawl she had on and draped it over my shoulders. "Don't think too much of it. I told Mother Liora that the dicine was too strong, and it may cause one to lose the sense of ti. Co, we need to return to the pack house, you're not supposed to be out here in the cold like this."

Unable to say anything, I nodded and allowed her to guide back to the pack house.

As we approached, servants were running in and out of the pack house with Nathan pacing like a caged Tiger on the porch. He had several lines of worry etched deeply on his forehead. The High Priestess stood beside him too, her expression was grim.

"Miss!" one of the maids that serves suddenly exclaid in relief and rushed towards . On cue, Nathan and the priestess's heads snapped up simultaneously. Both of them rushed to .

"Lyla!" Nathan gathered in his arms, hugging so tight that I felt my bones would break. "Where have you been?" he asked as he pulled back, tugging a stray strand away from my face. "How are you like this?" he asked, his eyes examining my appearance. "Were you attacked by Ferals? Are you hurt?"

"Alpha Nathan," Nanny suddenly interjected, pulling away from him and to her side. "We went for a walk and she was caught in a thicket but she's fine. Nothing to worry about."

"Caught in a thicket? What were you doing watching her walk into a thicket? Why did you allow her to go for a walk?" Nathan fud, his eyes flashing dangerously at Nanny.

"Fresh air is good for Lyla and I know because I am…" Nanny trailed off, I could tell she hadn't been pleased with Nathan's tone earlier. "I've been taking care of her since she was a baby and I know exactly how she recovers."

"Not by letting her walk into the forest with Ferals on the rage. What if…"

"That's enough, Alpha," Mother Liora interrupted Nathan, placing a hand gently on his arm. "I don't see any scratch on her body, she's fine and you should trust Nanny, she's closer to her than any of us, she won't purposely put her in harm's way."

Nathan looked like he was going to say sothing more but he sighed and cupped my face. "No more morning walks. If you want to walk that badly, you should have woken up."

"I'm fine," I flashed him an uneasy smile.

He nodded exhaling as he tried to rein in his emotions. Mother Liora placed a hand on his arm again and said. "She should go inside and rest."

I nodded, grateful for the distraction as I followed Nanny into the house.