The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Shadows at the window...

Ramsey

Eight hours ago

There was something about the human world that bothered me—the way they had such casual regard for their own safety. They had regard for systems that couldn’t protect them, channelled their love and energy to things that ought not to be and then the constant hypocrisy of loving animals, not wanting to harm them... and the strange things I’ve witnessed since I arrived here.

They do not understand the natural order of things and in their everyday life do their best to go against it. They leave their children unguarded, their loved ones vulnerable to threats they couldn’t even imagine. Police patrols arrived after the threat had already caused damage.

Here, it was all...pretend. A play for security in a world that had never truly been safe.

I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyla collapsing, saw the blood pooling beneath her, felt the terror that had gripped me when I thought I might lose everything that mattered. I hated myself for getting angry with her earlier, for not being there the moment she started bleeding, for letting my frustration cloud my judgment when she needed me most.

Now she had withdrawn again, pulling back into that protective shell she created when I became too much to bear.

I checked my watch: 2:03 a.m. I’d finally managed to soothe Lyla to sleep for the second time that night. She kept having nightmares, shouting out in her sleep, thrashing against invisible things that I couldn’t fight for her. Each cry tore at my heart, but there was nothing I could do except hold her and whisper soothing words until she settled again.

Unable to stand the compression of the tiny human house any longer, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen and carried a chair out to the small balcony. The night air was cooler here, helping to clear my head as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened.

My phone buzzed with an incoming message. The sender was listed as "Unknown," but as I read the words, I felt anger simmering inside of me. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Alpha Ramsey Kincaid, you have been summoned. Appear before the court within a fortnight or prepare to forfeit your title and the legacy of your ancestors. Bring the werewolf you made your Luna. There are questions and debts.

The more I stared at the message, the more anger built in my chest. Of course, I knew what the Hollow Kin were—ancient Lycans who held authority over our entire species in the supernatural realm.

They were the silent checkmates, existing before the rise of Lycan rule, and they only intervened when the natural order was at risk.

But why did they want to summon me now, of all times? When Lyla was hurt, when our children were at risk, when everything was falling apart?

Suddenly, a movement caught my eye. Instantly, I turned off my phone’s light and listened, every sense in me straining against the darkness.

Footsteps. They were about five hundred yards away from the house, and our house was the target. They were slowly approaching from the left side, where the bedroom was. Humans usually go to bed before midnight, so it couldn’t be a human.

Besides, from the numerous footsteps approaching, I knew there were many.

Taking a deep breath, I quietly rose from my seat and inched back into the house, closing the door soundlessly, melting into the darkness. I crossed the living room with ease, moving as stealthily as I could on the cool tiles.

When I reached the bedroom, I slipped inside, shutting the door gently behind me so that I wouldn’t wake Lyla.

Lyla lay tangled in the sheets, and her face was scrunched in exhaustion. She was snoring softly, occasionally whimpering at whatever demons she was fighting with. I wanted to comfort her desperately, but first I had to deal with the immediate threat.

I quietly went to the window and locked it, then rechecked the lock to ensure it was secure. The footsteps were growing closer now, accompanied by other sounds—a wet, dragging noise that made my Lycan recoil with instinctive disgust.

Pressing myself into the corner of the room, I positioned myself between the window and Lyla’s sleeping form, ready to defend her with my life if necessary. The moon was shining faintly in the sky, barely illuminating anything within our house, and it didn’t help that the streetlights were faulty, too.

I waited in tense silence for almost five minutes before I heard a soft creaking at the window, as if something was testing the frame. A putrid smell wafted up to my nose, a combination of decay, rotting flesh and burnt wood. They were not werewolves; I could tell that much, nor were they rogues.

Through the glass, I could make out shadowy figures moving in the yard below. Lycans do not possess enhanced night vision like werewolves, despite the darkness. So, I was barely able to see anything.

I readied myself to attack if any of them managed to break through the window, every muscle coiled and prepared to fight. But then I heard something strange: loud distress noises coming from outside, followed by the sounds of fighting. Lashing, thudding, the wet impact of claws against flesh.

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