Chosen By The Moon



"I'll be there in five minutes, what has my son done now?" I braced myself, already knowing that I was about to be told some stupid story. Most likely how Dylan had rejected him or something because he was an idiot who probably said something completely insensitive and stupid.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Lewis has gotten himself captured by king josh..." Ok, that was not what I was expecting at all. I shot up and away faster than ever allowing myself to shift into my white and light brown wolf. The speed my paws raced at was faster than Gilliards explanation, and so he continued to speak after not getting any sort of verbal reply from me. "Dylan is having a panic attack, and I can't calm her down."

Ah shit, that poor girl must be going through hell in her mind. Although my son was at the forefront of my mind, there truly wasn't anything I could do for him at the minute, but Dylan, Dylan I may be able to help. I had only met her once, but I could tell what kind of person she was just from our very brief interaction. She was most likely blaming herself for everything and panicking to the brink of collapse thinking about what was about to transpire. "Whatever you do, don't touch her. The last thing she'll want right now is you to surprise her... I'm literally a minute away." I had ran for six solid minutes before coming to the pack house. A lady waited outside the main doors for me, with a t-shirt dress in her hands, something quick and simple for me to throw over my head so that I wasn't scarring all the young wolves with my flabby belly rolls. I shifted and threw it over my head, allowing my bare feet to slap against the flooring of the entrance hall. "Where are you?"

"Supply closet, first floor." I wasted zero time in finding my way there and threw open the door, finding Dylan hyperventilating hysterically while sat in a ball on the floor. She seemed different than the last time, and seeing her hair now a pure white color caused me to jolt back slightly in shock. I didn't pay it much attention though, All that mattered was getting dylans head on the right track.

"Get up." The demand was evident in my voice, however I remained soft spoken. I think my presence surprised her as her head shot to me, her bloodshot eyes welled up even more at the sight of me and I felt my heart pang inside my chest. "Get up, Dylan."

"I'm..." She sobbed as her head

shook at my gentle yet demanding request. "I'm so so sorry. He's-he's going..." she hiccuped, breathing heavily as she attempted to tell me what was going through her mind. Poor girl! “I can't-I can't- I can't do this. just..." this wasn't going to help anyone, and so I walked over to her, giving Gilliard a small nod who immediately left the closet, closing the door behind him. He didn't leave completely however as he remained outside the door, probably waiting in anticipation.

"Come now... surely these tears aren't for Lewis, goddess, I've seen that boy get out of worse scrapes than this. Trust me, he really wouldn't like seeing you like this." I gently took hold of the girls forearms and hoisted her up slightly against her will. Her head shook rapidly again and her knees buckled but I held her up.

“The-the king... he'll, he'll... he'll kill him. He might already be..." I didn't think about anything else and instead wrapped my arms around the poor girl. So much going on inside her head, I actually believe half of the attack was due to the king being so close to her. She knew she'd have to come into contact with the king again, and that thought alone, must terrify her.

"He's not dead, a mother would know, but he will be, if we don't act soon." I dragged her away from my body, hearing her breathing regulate ever so slightly at my words. In truth, I had no idea whether my son was still alive or not, what I did know was that Dylan needed to think he was ok, I hated that Lewis was in such a precarious situation, however, I had to be strong for the queen, who in turn had to get it together and be strong for everyone else. "He needs your help though! Right now, we have no idea what my boy is being put through for information on you. The king will stop at nothing to have you by his side, he made that very clear on live television, while you were residing in the palace with him, never mind the fact that you have now been away from him for months on end."