The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 237 237: The aftermath

Ramsey

Loud ringing…. Loud, loud ringing lulled out of my unconscious state.

I blinked severally, trying to fight the blur in my vision. My head throbbed painfully, my ears ringing so loudly it drowned out everything else. I tried to move but felt like I was trapped under sothing heavy.

Was I being buried? The sand was all over my body, and sothing else was pressing on . I tried to reach La,x but he seed unresponsive. Soone was calling my na from a great distance. I blinked rapidly, trying to understand where I was or where I went to.

I turned my head aga,in looking around, but my vision remained unfocused. I could barely make out the wreckage around . Where was I? What had happened?

I managed to slip out of whatever was holding bound to the ground and push my body into a sitting position. My vision was clearing a little, but not enough to have a bird' s-eye view of everything.

I scanned where I sat, taking in the Debris surrounding and then slowly, the mories began to filter into my mind. Where I was, once stood a eting hall from monts ago. I lifted my eyes, and all I could do was stare numbly; an entire line of the building lay in ruins.

The explosion didn't just affect the eting roo, but the four offices next to it. Chunks of concrete, twisted tal and shattered glass lay everywhere. My mind was still struggling to process how quickly everything had changed – one mont, I'd been sitting in the eting hall, the next…

A firm grip landed on my shoulder, sliding under my armpit to haul up. The sudden movent sent a fresh wave of dizziness through , but whoever was helping didn't let go. My legs felt like liquid, but sohow, I managed to stay standing as they half-dragged, half-carried to what felt like a platform and set down.

I just sat there, watching shadowy figures dash past in a blur of motion, filled with urgency. Gradually, my vision began to clean,r and when it finally did, I just remained still for a few monts, staring blankly at the devastation. Smoke and dust filled the air, creating a choking haze.

Pack warriors sward around the ruins like ants, shouting orders, others digging through the wreckage of what had once been the eting hall. Their movents were precise pand ractised – they'd trained for scenarios like this, little did I know that the first place they would use that training was here, in the heart of our territory.

Right in the heart of the White Moon Throne.

My mind struggled to catch up, to recall what had happened just before everything turned to chaos. Slowly, my vision sharpened, and I saw familiar faces on the other side of the destruction. Lenny stood a few feet away, gesturing as he gave orders to a group of warriors. They were pointing toward the collapsed hall with grim expressions.

Lenny looked like he'd just walk through a blizzard. His clothes were torn, his hair was matted with dust and sand ,and there were streaks of blood running down the side of his face and arms. Thankfully, we Lycan heal fast, even faster than werewolves.

I tried to make out the words Lenny was saying ,but the words were lost in the continuing ring in my ears, though it had reduced now.

A sharp sting on my face made flinch. When I looked up, I saw a pack nurse holding my hand and cleaning wounds on my face. I hadn't even realized I had. The sting of the antiseptic barely registered. Sothing was wrong – desperately, terribly wrong. A cold dread settled over , tightening my chest like a vice. I tried to piece together my fractured mory, but it was like grasping at mist.

My eyes scanned the faces of the wounded being treated around . Most of them were elders with cuts and bruises, other pack mbers who worked in the building, warriors sporting more serious injuries, and a few pack mbers in various states of shock. Each face registered and was dismissed as my mind searched for…

The na slamd into my mind like an arrow.

Lyla.

I shot to my feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness that threatened to topple and my wounds flaring with pain. I didn't care. My heart pounded wildly as I searched the sea of faces around .

There was no sign of Lyla. I wobbled towards the other people lying on the ground, plus the ones who seed conscious and the ones who had clothes covering their heads. I even took the liberty to open the clothes just to be sure that she was there ,but none of the faces matched Lylas'.

That was a relief, at least. I turned in circles, scanning the faces of people present there.

Where is she? Why isn't she here?

Lenny had told he had settled her at the observers galler,y so by all right, she ought to have been in the building when the explosion happened. Panic surged through , overriding every other feeling. I staggered forwad, toward the wreckage – if she wasn't here, then she would surely be there. But before I could take another step, strong arms grabbed , pulling back.

I struggled instinctively, whipping around to confront whoever was stopping .

It was Lenny.

His expression was grave, and his hands gripping my shoulders were tight as if he was bracing for an explosion.

"Where is Lyla?" my voice was hoarse and ragged. "Why isn't she here?"

Lenny hesitated for the briefest mont before answering in a soothing tone.

"We're trying to get her out," he said. "We've located her body with the thermal imaging equipnt. The team is working to reach her. Please be patient."

"No," I shook my head violently, sending fresh waves of pain through my skull. "No, no, no."

Her body? No. No, that couldn't be right.

"No," I repeated, my voice breaking.

Lenny's grip tightened, his expression was filled with sympathy. "Ramsey, listen to …"

"No!" I roared, shoving Lenny's hands off . My entire being rejected the idea that Lyla was buried under the debris,s possibly…

"She's not dead!" Lenny interrupted my thoughts again. The last ti we checked, we picked a pulse, now we're trying to pull her out."

Our mated bond – I reached for it frantically, searching for that familiar warmth that connected to her. It was there but faint, flickering like a candle in a storm. I was alive but barely.

"Move," I growled, my Lycan Leader authority filling the single word with power. Lenny ,holding , hesitated.

"Ramsey, you're injured. The rescue team…"

"Is too slow," my eyes began to glow with annoyance. I could reel Lax rising to the surface. "Every second we waste…" I couldn't finish the sentence. The thought of Lyla trapped in the darkness, possibly bleeding….

Adrenaline pumped through as I took a step forward, and before anyone could stop , I shifted. My Lycan would track her better in his form than when I was human. My clothes tore as my body transford.

Dust and smoke choked the air, and the scent of blood, sweat and burning wood stung my nose. Lax howled and bounded for the ruins. With Lax's perfect vision, I was able to see the heat signatures of everyone in and around the ruins.

Lax ran until he stopped at a particular spot. Then he started circlin; itt was Lyla's scent. I transford back to my human form, paying zero attention to the fact that I had almost no clothing on except for my briefs.

I dropped to my knees and started clawing at the debris, ignoring the raw pain in my hands. Sohow, I was able to move chunks of debris that had taken three warriors working together to shift. Behind , I could hear Lenny shouting for to stop, that help was coming, that it wasn't safe and also shouting orders at the warriors and reorganizing the rescue team.

I continued digging through broken wood, shattered stone and splintered tal – I tore at all of it, desperate to reach her. I didn't care. A large hand grabbed my arm, trying to pull back. I snarled in response, swinging wildly, my fist connecting with sothing solid. A grunt of pain followed, but I wasn't even sure who I had hit.

My breathing was becoming ragged. My eyes were spinning,g and my hands kept shaking as I dug.

Then, her scent mixed with the tallic scent of blood hit my nostrils, driving into an even more frenzied pace. I could hear her heartbeat now; our bond was even stronger. Just a little further. Just a little more debris to move.

Then I saw her hand, pale and delicate, among the gray concrete dust. The sight nearly stopped my heart.

"I've found her!" soone shouted. "They Lycan Leader has found her!"