The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.-Chapter 307: The War Council

Ramsey

I waited until I was certain Lyla's transport had moved away from the caves. Standing beside me, Caius and Lenny watched silently as the vehicle disappeared around the bend.

"She thinks she can go behind my back again and do stuff," I scoffed, shaking my head.

"You know she's only trying to help," Lenny said with a chuckle. "If I had a mate as steadfast as Lyla, perhaps I wouldn't have my children scattered all over the place. It's hard to cater for more than one woman at a time."

Caius turned to Lenny with an incredulous expression. "I still can't believe you have Baby Mamas. You don't strike me as the kind to..." he trailed off.

"Prostitute?" I finished for him. "The only reason his indiscretions go unnoticed is because he's a man. If he were a woman, he would be a known whore in the White Mountains. Lenny sleeps with anything that emits sexual energy."

Lenny didn't look offended. In fact, he wore a proud smile. "I have six children with four beautiful women. I hate the concept of remaining with one person all my life. Perhaps that's why the Moon Goddess didn't bother mating me."

Caius nodded thoughtfully. "I wish I had a mate too." He straightened his shoulders. "I should go after Lyla now."

I gripped his arm. "Keep her safe," I implored. "She's headstrong and will take unnecessary risks if she thinks it will help, and most importantly, do what I asked you to do."

"Don't worry," Caius assured me. "I won't let anything happen to her, and a few minutes ago, the Sigma fighters from White Moon arrived. They're resting inside the cave. I thought I should let you know."

"Thank you," I nodded.

Caius bowed one last time before diverting through a bushy path that would take him to Lyla in a few minutes.

I couldn't allow her to remain with me. As much as I didn't want to admit it, with Lyla here, I was distracted. Every second was spent worrying about her welfare, and if I must win Nathan, I must remove every emotional attachment that would stop me from doing what should be done.

Lenny and I turned back toward the caves. The moment we entered, I saw that my warriors had already prepared for the war council. They'd cleared a flat surface and laid out maps of the entire terrain. Two dozen of my most trusted fighters stood waiting, their faces grim but determined.

"Gather round," I ordered, approaching the table.

The maps showed White Mountain territory and all surrounding areas. I pointed to the southern border where Nathan's forces were currently camped.

"Nathan expects us to either surrender or make a desperate last stand at our walls," I began. "He doesn't expect us to attack him first."

"We're outnumbered," Killian pointed out. "A frontal assault would be suicide."

"Not frontal," I replied. "We hit him from three sides simultaneously."

I placed markers on the map to indicate the attack positions. "Lenny will lead the eastern force through the old mining tunnels. They'll emerge behind Nathan's supply lines here." I tapped the location.

Lenny leaned forward. "Those tunnels are unstable. We'd need to move carefully."

"That's why you're taking the former miners from Stone Hill Pack, they should be here any moment now. They're a small Lycan village, but they're resourceful and they have a lot of experience with mines," I explained. "They know how to navigate and shore up weak sections quickly." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"What about the western approach?" asked Freya, leader of the Sigma fighters from the Moon Temple.

"That's where we use the marshlands," I said. "Nathan thinks they're impassable, so he's left his western flank relatively unguarded. The Sigma fighters will approach through there—silent and deadly."

Freya nodded, a slight smile on her lips. "My women know how to navigate through marshes well."

"And the third attack?" Killian asked.

"That's me," I stated. "I'll lead a small force directly from the north. A feint—making him think it's our main attack. While he concentrates on stopping us, your forces will hit his flanks."

"And the pack house? The civilians?" Garin questioned.

"Protected by our strongest barriers and the remaining elite guards, and Moon Priestesses and of course, our High Priestess is here too," I answered. "Plus, the former Ferals who didn't go with Lyla. They'll guard our base, although only a handful of them will be present in any case. The rest will fight with us."

Lenny studied the map carefully. "Timing will be critical. If any group attacks too early or too late..."

"We move in an hour," I said firmly. "Nathan will not see us coming. He'll be expecting our surrender or preparing his own attack. He won't be expecting us to strike first."

"What about Nathan himself?" Lenny asked quietly. "He's no ordinary Alpha. His powers have grown."

"I'll handle Nathan," I replied, my voice hard. "Our priority is dismantling his army, cutting off his support."

"There's still the matter of his spies," Killian noted. "We don't know how many traitors remain among us."

"That's why only those in this room know the full plan," I explained. "Everyone else will receive their orders just before we move."

We spent the next hour detailing each group's specific approach, discussing contingencies, and assigning warriors to each unit. When I was satisfied with the battle plan, I spread my hands flat on the table.

"Once we engage, there's no turning back," I warned. "This isn't just about White Mountain anymore. If Nathan wins here, all the packs fall. He won't stop until every Alpha who opposes him is dead and replaced with his puppets."

The warriors around the table nodded grimly. They understood the stakes.

"What about weapons?" Freya asked. "We're not just fighting werewolves. Our weapons won't be enough against some of his forces."

"Silver for the Ferals," I instructed. "Mountain ash wood for the foxes. And blessed steel for the panthers." I nodded to the weapons master. "Distribute everything we have. Every warrior carries silver, ash, and steel."

"And for Nathan?" Lenny asked quietly.

I met his gaze steadily. "Nathan is mine."

"I heard he works with the Dark One. Capturing him and killing him will send a message and end his tyranny in the werewolf world. We would have other werewolves Alpha behind us." Garin said firmly.

I nodded, then straightened to my full height, looking at each warrior in turn. "We take no prisoners," I declared, my voice ringing through the chamber. "Kill every man you see on that field. But Nathan Tanner is mine. No one has permission to hurt him except me."

The warriors beat their fists against their chests in acknowledgement of the order.

"Prepare your units," I commanded. "We will move within the hour."

As they filed out to make preparations, Lenny remained behind. "You're worried about Lyla," he observed.

"Of course I am," I admitted. "That's why I wanted her gone from here. Nathan is a mole compared to what we have to face with the Dark One. I want him out of the way."

"She has Caius and the Ferals," Lenny reminded me. "And her power."

"It's not just her safety," I said quietly. "Lyla doesn't understand how stubborn Lycans can be. Going to White Lake won't change anything. Thorne will not budge, and his continuous silence is a deliberate attempt at rebellion because he thinks I won't do anything. They say I am weak because I don't go about killing people."

"Well, it's true. The only reason Nathan grew horns is because you kept on being diplomatic, and I know it was for Lyla's sake. But with this move, it would teach them a lesson and correct me if I'm wrong, Caius won't be taking Lyla to White Lake?"

I smiled. "Of course not. He's taking her home. She won't like it, but she has no other choice. I'm tired of being patient with Lyla about her safety. I've decided to take matters into my hands."

"She would hate you. Lyla is used to getting things done her way," Lenny shook his head. "She might never forgive you."

"We'll kiss and make up as always, Lenny, don't worry," I chuckled. "Like I said, I would take matters into my hands."

Lenny placed a hand on my shoulder. "Everything will work out, don't worry."

I nodded, drawing strength from his confidence. "Let's end this tonight," I said. "Before Nathan can gather more forces."

"One more thing," Lenny said as we prepared to leave. "About Nathan—are you sure you can do what needs to be done?"

The question hung in the air between us. Nathan held an emotional bond in Lyla's life. No matter how much we didn't want to address it. Now he was my enemy, threatening everything I loved.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "For my pack, for Lyla, for the future—I'll do whatever is necessary."

Lenny searched my face, then nodded, satisfied by what he saw. "Then let's go to war, Alpha."

We left the war room, each heading to our respective units. As I walked through the caves, warriors stopped to bow or beat their chests in salute. I acknowledged each one, feeling the weight of their trust and confidence.

Outside, the afternoon sun was beginning its descent. In a few hours, it would be sunset—the deadline Nathan had given us. But instead of surrender, he would face the full fury of White Mountain.

I closed my eyes briefly, sending a thought to Lyla, though I knew she couldn't hear me across this distance.

Then I opened my eyes and hardened my heart. It was time to become what my people needed—not just their Alpha, but their warleader. The kind man Lyla loved would have to wait. Tonight, I would be a Lycan in the truest sense—fierce, ruthless, and deadly.

Nathan had no idea what was coming for him. And by tomorrow, the balance of power in our world would be forever changed.