Chosen By The Moon



Dylan POV

I'll be the first to admit that seeing Oliver stood so out of breath and delivering the news about Lewis's fate, caused my breath to hitch and my heart to race, I felt my chest clench as my hands begun to tremble. The moment I felt my quicken was the moment I knew I had to get out of there. I didn't think twice about fleeing and I certainly didn't wait to hear the rest of the information from the current royal beta.

I simply ran up a flight of steps and stopped in my tracks as realization crashed over me like a tidal wave, I was having a panic attack.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Obviously I had experienced them before, but it had been so long since the last one, that it honestly caught me off guard.

I hadn't even told anyone where I was going, I just knew I needed space away from prying eyes, and so I opened the first door that I saw and slammed it shut, settling on the floor of the supply closet trying to catch the breath that was being kept from me by my own brain.

Gilliard found me first, then bought his aunt in to help, she put things into perspective. She made me realize what King Josh's actions actually meant for the rebellion and how I had to pull myself together for what was about to transpire.

With Lewis's capture a wave of uncertainty and haste washed over me, and Ygritte was right, I had to focus on what I could do in that specific moment.

The other countries needed to know what was going on.

I was panicking so much, as I fiddled with the communication device, trying to establish a decent link between myself and that of Jack, the Australian rebellion leader. I needed to get a grip of reality.

The notion of losing Lewis was so prominent in my mind and the thought of going face to face with King Josh again bought out more anxiety in me than I ever thought would have. Still, I had a job to do, even more so now that Lewis's life was in jeopardy.

The holographic phone rang for less than 30 seconds before Jack was seen, his sunglasses on his face, hiding his missing eye. It was almost as if he was sat waiting for more news about our movements.

"Hello." He sounded sure, as if he was ready for whatever information was about to fly out of my mouth.

"Jack... it's Dylan." He held no reply as he looked at me, I felt a bit stupid realizing he too could clearly see it was me in the projection of my own body. "The battle is in two days, so be prepared to lead your group... while I lead mine."

"Wait what?!" He exclaimed loudly. It was clearly short notice and I couldn't help but wince as I knew I was bringing the fight forward for selfish reasons. His shocked expression was practically screaming at me for an explanation, and so I sighed, before meeting his lens covered eyes.

"I know it's hasty, but I wouldn't be saying it unless it was absolutely necessary. The moon goddess herself told me that the fight against the king would take place during a full moon..." I explained watching his face transform from shocked to confused. Of course with his sunglasses on it was difficult to see what emotion lay behind his eyes.

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"The moon goddess?! You're talking as if you are a Lycan yourself. The moon goddess, if she's even real, doesn't give two shits about us. Otherwise she would have intervened and killed the royals when they began to show signs of human oppression." I understand that my actions and views are now quite radical in comparison to how I used to be, but I had had my eyes opened to the world and everyone who lived it in.

"There was a time when I thought then exact same thing as you. She was just a mythical being that the lycans made up to give themselves a superiority complex... then I met her, twice actually. She's real, and she wants the king off the throne almost as much as everyone

She only paired me up with the set

sadistic asshole because she believed me to be the one to usurp him. Hell, she's turned my life into a living hell, all for the sake of human kind." I knew her reasoning for everything, but still, my hatred for her benevolence wasn't misguided or misplaced. "She has made me suffer, for years without any explanation, she healed my wounds, she stopped me from harming myself, and she did it all for an equal world. I guess sacrificing one person for the lives of many really does get results. "I hate her, but I can't deny her existence or the fact that she wants equality too."