The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344: Trials of echoes - past lives II

Lyla

The scene shifted. Aeron sat in a tent with three elders, with grave expressions.

"You’re a Moonsinger," the eldest said. "Born once in a generation. Your voice can command the beasts because you share their nature."

"I’m not a beast," Aeron protested. "I’m a warrior. I was born to fight; enough of all this talk about Moonsinging. Besides, didn’t the High Priestess already confirm that I lost my powers?"

"You did lose your powers, Aeron, but you’re fighting with Neriah’s sword. You should not forget that. You’re both," the female elder replied. "And now you must learn to control this gift before it controls you, since you have Neriah’s sword."

Aeron shook his head, sinking the sword in front of the Elders. "I was only forced to retrieve it because it seemed like the only thing that could kill Ferals, but it doesn’t work. I don’t want this. Find someone else."

"There is no one else," the third elder said firmly. "The Dark One has returned, and only a Moonsinger can face him."

"And I will with my sword and my wits not singing like a fucking bird. I won’t be doing that." Aeron gritted his teeth. He was clearly frustrated.

"The Moon Goddess chooses who she will," the female elder said simply. "It’s not for us to question. If you do not embrace your power, the Dark One will defeat us and rule our world."

Years seemed to pass in moments. I witnessed Aeron’s struggle to master his powers and his reluctant acceptance of his role. I felt his loneliness and his sacrifice of a normal life for duty.

Then came his confrontation with the Dark One—not Xander as I knew him, but a different vessel. This one had the body of an elderly man but moved with unnatural speed and grace.

Unlike me, Aeron faced the Dark One without an army.

"Your voice won’t save you, Moonsinger," the Dark One taunted. "I’ve grown stronger since the last time."

"So have I," Aeron replied, his confidence masking the fear I could feel churning inside him.

The battle was fierce. Aeron’s fought bravely against the Dark One’s corrupted followers, and Ferals while also using his voice. He’d mastered his power, turning it into a precise weapon rather than the wild force it had once been.

When the moment came to deliver the final blow, with the Dark One weakened and vulnerable, Aeron hesitated.

"Do it," one of his lieutenants urged. "End him now!"

But Aeron saw something in the Dark One’s eyes—a flash of the human still trapped inside. His mercy cost him everything. The Dark One was on his feet one second, and the next he was driving a blade through Aeron’s chest.

As he lay dying, his blood soaking into the earth, Aeron sang one final song—not to attack but to bind.

"I can’t destroy you," he gasped, "but I can cage you. For a time."

The Dark One screamed as spectral chains wrapped around him, pulling him into a void that opened beneath his feet.

"This isn’t over, Moonsinger," he raged as he was dragged down. "I will return. Again and again until the cycle is complete."

With his last breath, Aeron whispered, "Then someone stronger will be waiting."

The scene shifted, and I found myself in a dirty pen crowded with female werewolves. The smell of unwashed bodies, fear, and despair was overwhelming. Among the women was a small, fragile-looking girl with haunted eyes. Raina had the Omega mark on her left foot. She was an Omega Moonsinger.

None of the histories I read ever mentioned a woman. As I stared closely at her, I saw she was wearing something glittery around her neck. It was the same Moonstone that Nanny had.

"Get up, bitches," a guard snarled, banging his club against the bars. "Buyers coming through. Look pretty if you want to eat tonight."

The women shuffled into a line, their heads bowed—all except Raina, who stared defiantly at the approaching men.

"This one’s got spirit," one buyer commented, grabbing her face. "How much for the little Omega?"

"She’s worthless as a broodmare," the guard said. "Except you want her for pups. She’s useless and possessed. But she might amuse you for a night."

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