The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 16 16: The dreamscape

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Lyla

I was running. My heart hamred wildly in my chest as my boots dug into the earth.

My breath was coming in shallow gasps as the weight of the armour I had on pressed on .

This was alien to —everything felt wrong. I looked down to see a shiny tal covering my chest and my arms. In my hand was a spear and a shield in the other hand. I stopped for a second and opened my mouth to shout, but no sound would co out.

I was frustrated, but I kept moving, charging at the wolves that ca at . I threw the spear to the first wolf that leapt high in the air, aiming for my throat and used my shield to knock off the other coming at from the other angle. Soon, the sound of swords clanging and knives filled the air.

The wolves we fought were not ordinary. Their eyes were filled with a deep hatred that emanated from every pore of their body. They fought with vengeance; it was as if sothing possessed them. I could feel my arms burning with pain, but I surged forward, charging into them, digging my spear deep into their fur.

I could feel danger looming overheard—a dark premonition, yet it felt …right… familiar, except sothing was off. I was moving like a man—my body was stronger; my strides were wider. When I lifted the spear to strike, my muscles moved with perfect synchronization. This was not the first ti I was doing this.

I paused for a while, my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Suddenly, my gaze flitted to my image on my shield and I shuddered with fright. I had beards—I was a man.

But I was Lyla too... at least inside, I was. I could feel it.

As I tried to understand what was going on, a spear sank into my chest, piercing through the thick armour and right through my heart. As I fell to the ground, my mind spinning, I wondered if this was normal.

When I opened my eyes again, the battlefield had disappeared. Instead, I was standing in a field that seed to stretch on for miles. The armour I had on had vanished too, and I was in a dress, and my hair was long, flowing with the wind.

Relief washed over for a mont, but as I made to move, I stumbled into sothing on the ground. When I looked down to see what it was, I gasped with horror.

Countless dead bodies were strewn across the field, their lifeless eyes were wide, staring into nothing. The scent of blood hung in the air, threatening to choke . I tried to move back, but I stumbled and fell on one of the dead bodies.

I shrieked with fear, screaming. "No! No!"

I scrambled to my feet and tried to move when suddenly, among the sea of corpses, I saw familiar faces drenched in their blood, staring lifelessly at .

"No! No!" I cried out as I ran towards the bodies.

It was the body of my father, my mother, and my sister. And there, just a few feet away, lay Nathan and Alpha Ramsey, their hands joined.

I stumbled towards them, my mind reeling. This couldn't be real, I tried to assure myself. It had to be a nightmare. I fell to my knees beside Ramsey, my hand shaking as I reached for him. He was my mate… how could he be dead?

"Ramsey!" I pleaded, grasping his shoulders. "Ramsey… please, wake up."

But as I tried to lift him, his body remained limp and unresponsive. Blood seeped from a wound in his chest, staining my hands. Sothing shifted inside as an anguished wail tore from my throat. I beat my fists against my chest as if the physical pain could sohow numb the agony in my heart.

"Why?" I scread at the empty sky. "Why is this happening?"

Amid my wailing, I felt a presence. I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turned.

There at the edge of the field stood a figure dressed in a white flowing cloth. It was the sa image I've been seeing for a few days now. Since I returned from the human world to my pack, although their face was not covered, no matter how much I tried to look, I couldn't see it.

"W-who are you?" I stamred, rising to my feet.

The figure didn't respond. Instead, they simply extended a hand toward , beckoning .

I hesitated, staring at the outstretched hand and torn between grief and an unexplainable curiosity that wanted to be satisfied.

I wanted to know what I have been seeing for a few weeks now. I pulled myself together, casting one last glance at Ramsey's and Nathan's bodies before I started towards the figure.

But just as I took my first step. The world shifted again.

This ti, I was standing in the middle of a desert with the sun burning so brightly that my skin burned. The heat was unbearable, yet I seed frozen in place.

I turned my head, trying to search for signs of life. But there was nothing. No oasis, distant mountains, not even a single plant, just an endless stretch of land.

"Hello!" I called out and imdiately, my voice echoed back to .

Then, the wind began to howl around , and a voice pierced through the stillness.

"You let them die, Lyla," it accused.

I cringed, trying to search for the voice, but the wind was too strong.

"You let them die. All the people you loved — gone because of you."

"What?" I protested. "No, I… that's not true," I shouted, "I would never!"

"But they died because of your cowardice. Why did you hesitate to co to ?" The voice beca distorted now as if a thousand voices were speaking to at once. "Why didn't you choose and save them?"

"I don't understand." I fell to the ground, covering my ears. "Please tell … what have I done?"

"Look at your hands, Lyla!" the distorted voices commanded.

When I did, I scread when I saw blood.

"Their blood is in your hands. You failed them… you failed everyone…"

I clapped my hands over my ears, trying to block off the voice, but it ca on strong. Hurling accusations at .

"Stop it!" I scread, tears streaming down my face. "Please, just stop!"

But the distorted voice grew louder and louder… just when I thought I could no longer bear it… the wind stopped howling and a different, gentle voice reached my ears. It was coming from sowhere within .

"Lyla!" it called out softly but firmly. "Lyla…Lyla."

It was faint at first, but it grew louder, more persistent and strangely. I felt at peace.

"Lyla! It's …" the voice said again.

I quietened wondering where the voice ca from.

"Lyla," It ca again. 'It's … your wolf!"

Imdiately, my eyes flew open.

I found myself, not in a desert, but in a place that slled of herbs and on a bed that didn't feel like mine.

And there, standing—looming over with concerned eyes, was my mate—Ramsey.

For a mont, I just lay there staring at him, and then, unable to stop myself, I threw myself at him, burying my face in his neck. Thankfully, he didn't pull away. He seed to understand my need for comfort.

"It was just a dream," I murmured to myself. "Just a horrible dream."