The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 216 216: Visions and revelations II

Lyla

My blood ran cold. "Ramsey…"

"At first, I didn't understand what he ant," he continued. "I thought it was linked to you. That maybe you were in danger but then, before Mother Liora died, she helped interpret it for ."

"Why didn't you tell about this?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm still working on my communication skills. But he would always tell how he plans to unite our world and make everyone equal, so I want to do what he wants to do but make it a ruse."

He paused for a minute wand hen he looked up at again, his expression was dead serious. "I've thought about it for the longest ti and I think I know the best way to defeat and eliminate the Dark One. First, we have to take his armies away from him"

"Okay…" I nodded. "And how do we do that?"

"By setting him against the things he made and against his kind."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you an?"

He studied for a mont before rising from the bed. He walked to his closet and a short while later, returned with an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Put these on," he said handing them to . "I want to show you sothing."

I stared at him curiously, wondering what this was all about. After hesitating, I finally complied, quickly pulling the clothes over , his familiar scent of him wrapping around like a comfort blanket.

He took my hand, leading out of his bedroom and toward the side door we'd used earlier when we'd first arrived to access the pack house. But this ti, we took a left instead of the usual path, following a dark path that was illuminated by Ramsey's flashlight.

The air grew cooler and damper, filled with a strange energy as we walked. Sothing in my gut told we were descending underground and the thought of that alone, sent shivers down my spine.

"Ramsey…where are we going?"

"Just trust , baby," he murmured, stopping to drop a kiss on my shoulder for motivation.

We walked in silence until the corridor opened into a vast underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before . We stood before what could only be described as a prison. Its tal bars were gleaming dully in the flashlight's beam and were partitioned into big cages. But it wasn't the cage or the prison itself that made my heart stop – it was what lay within.

Feral wolves, three of them lay in sedated in each of the cages. Their massive forms were still, but even in sleep, they radiated an aura of dangerous power. My grip on Ramsey's hand tightened.

"What… what is this?" I whispered.

"This," he said grimly, "is the answer to our problem."

I turned to him. "How? Keeping them here is dangerous."

He nodded. "They've been sedated, but they're still alive. The Dark One seeks to unite all werewolves and Lycans under one rule, but there's sothing he isn't accounting for. These creatures… they're the natural consequence of unchecked power. He wants unity? Let's see how he handles an army of those he's abandoned."

"Abandoned them? What do you an?"

"When a Trinax dies, the Ferals under it, are left unattended to and without anyone to guide them, give them instruction and the rest, they roam about and the Dark One doesn't care."

I stared at Ramsey, surprise written on my face.

"When did you have ti to check all of these?"

He laughed pulling to himself. "I've been busy, Lyla. I've been super busy. Maybe it doesn't show but I have."

"How did you even get them here in the first place?"

He scratched his head, a wary feeling on his face. "Your scent and as a bait!" he replied.

"You, as a bait? I don't understand."

"Ferals are intelligent wolves but they only learn from pre-existing patterns perford by soone else and for so reason, they do not attack . I think it's has sothing to do with the connection between us. So, all I did was to dangle myself in front of a few and then the rest followed. Getting them into the pack was the hardest part but we did."

"It seems not everyone knows they're here?" I asked

"Just a few people; Lenny, Gamma Caius Stone and his Father Gamma Darius Stone. In fact, it was their research on Ferals that has helped us so far and your father. Plus you!"

"My father?" I turned to him with surprise. "Whenever you talk about my dad, you always sound like both of you were super close."

"Maybe not in the beginning," he nodded "But I was warming up to him before he was killed by those darned rcenaries but let's not talk about it. I don't want to get angry."

I nodded and turned back to the Ferals. "You plan to unleash them?"

His eyes darkened for a second. "Not yet. But if Xander wants a war, I intend to give him one. On my terms."

"Ramsey, this is dangerous. What if you can't control them?"

"That's why I needed you to see this," he said, his voice softer now. "Because I need your help – we need your help. Over the last few months, we've worked with our labs to try to produce things that could make them less feral but nothing's been working so far."

I nodded. "How do I co in?"

"We need sothing stronger than just brute force. We need your powers as a Moonsinger. Your voice can calm a Feral wolf…"

"But I haven't gotten my power yet…"

"You have. You literally are recovering your moonsinging ability and I am not requesting you do it now. Perhaps in the nearest future but I wanted you to know. Also, he moved to the end of the prison, in the anti we discovered sothing else."

I followed him. When we got to the last cage, there was a large Feral, obviously sedated but lying next to it were smaller version of ferals – beautiful smaller versions of Ferals. As soon as they noticed I and Ramsey, they rose to their feet and ca to us, sticking out their noses out of the cage.

My heart lted imdiately and instinctively; I reached out for one of them.

"They're so adorable," I turned to Ramsey. "Can I keep one?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yes, you can. Turns out that this is the way they reproduce. They litter a lot but their pups are not born feral. They're about two months old and all they ever want to do is play with people. So, could you take one of them and try to see if it could help in making your powers resurface?"

"But if I suddenly show up with a Feral, people will ask questions?"

"I thought about that too," he took my hand and took to another part of the prison. There was a small cubicle in there. He opened the door and entered, motioning to co with him.

"A few minutes from your day each day here with the baby Feral. Until I put things into place…." He drew into his arms, kissing gently. "Can you do that for ? Please…"

I nodded. "I'll do whatever I can to help."

"Thank you!" he smiled. "Let's go. It's almost morning and I don't you to wake up tired."