Chosen By The Moon



Everything in my body told me that she was still inside these walls, but there was a part of me that knew she was reckless enough to attempt a rescue mission alone. With the way she loved Lewis, it honestly wouldn't surprise me if she would sacrifice herself for his freedom, offering herself up as collateral damage.

"You better hope for your sake that she hasn't." I stormed out of there and made my way to the medical wing, maybe she thought that's where I had sent Oliver... Nope.

I checked the kitchen, and once again she was no where to be found.

Maybe she really had gone off. My heart sank further into my chest, my fear enveloping mead I charged to the last place I could think of, my office.

On the way however one of the younger lycans in my pack, gingerly came through my mindlink. His voice holding a somewhat nervous tone. "Alpha Gilliard? I think I've found her grace." Why did he sound so worried?

"Where?!"

"The supply closet, on the first floor."

I didn't waste a beat in turning around where I stood and racing back down the many steps I had now both ascended and descended numerous time within the span of twenty minutes. I stopped when I came face to face with a pup, who must have been 15 year of age. He was pacing outside the door, clearly unsure whether to enter or not.

"Rhydian, you may go now." I fixed my disgruntled attire slightly and walked closer to the boy.

"I don't think she can breathe!" Huh?!

"Go!" I ordered him while racing to the door and throwing it open, shocked by the sight in front of me.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Never had I personally seen Dylan so

meek and small. Her body was curled up into a tight ball, her hand rested firmly on her chest, tears streamed out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and her breath came out in heavy uneven pants. I knew what it was instantly and raced to her side, closing the door behind us for privacy. She was currently in the throws of a large panic attack.

"Dylan?!" My voice came out soft as I forced my concern down in an attempt to transfer my pretend ease onto her, but instead a strained sound came from her lips. I crouched down lowly in order to be at her eye level and frowned at her state.

Lewis had told me very briefly that she often experienced these attacks, but he never went into detail about how bad they could be or how he managed to calm her down, and honestly, I had never had to help anyone in this manner before. In honesty, I probably wasn't the best person for it.

"You need to calm down." That was the worst thing I could have said to anyone, never mind Dylan. I raised my hand in order to place it on her shoulder for comfort, but for some reason thesitated. In a truly

awkward fashion, that t

my alpha position, I patted her on her arm and winced at my own cringeworthy action. "I... I don't know what to do. Do you want me to get someone? I-I just..." what do I do?

What should I say.

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I was completely and utterly lost, all the scenarios that were going around in my head were absolutely nothing compared to how I found her.

Ok... there's only one thing I could think of.

Aunt Ygritte?! I need you're help, how fast can you get here?!"