Chosen By The Moon



"I have been gifted the ability to mind link regardless of a mate bond. I just haven't quite figured out how to do it..." After addressing Vees comment she turned back to me. "I was hoping you could attempt to contact him, just to see how he's holding up. I need to know if he's at least somewhat alright."

"I can try, but he's most likely being kept in a dungeon himself, pack dungeons tend to be laced with wolf and or silver, Sometimes both. It makes it very difficult for our wolf abilities to work properly." I didn't want to lie to her. Josh wasn't one to take chances when it came to Lewis. His anger at seeing him again after so many months was a lot, not to mention that Lewis obviously shared Dylans scent after being together for so long. Lewis was gambling with his life when he told me to capture him for the king, I was very surprised that my friend wasn't killed straight away for his infidelity alone.

I now believe the moon goddess always meant for Dylan and Lewis to be together... but she still gave Josh some connection to her, and I could genuinely understand his line of thinking. It was a tough situation for everyone involved.

"Vee, can I please have a word with you in Gilliards office... tomorrow morning? I just want to run something by you. Can you meet me at 9:30?" I was obviously curious as to what Dylan wanted to talk about. It was common knowledge that Vee and Dylan dislike each other. I think the queen is simply too assertive for Vees liking. It's truly not a bad quality to have, however for Vee, it's fairly certain that she just wants to have a quiet life. The queen also asked her question exceedingly politely yet left zero room for rejection.

"Yeah, of course." Huh? Vees tone seemed friendly... it was really strange to see those two girls actually being civil with each other instead of disagreeing at every turn.

"Thank you..." she muttered before turning her back to me and walking out of the room once more. Leaving the cell door wide open for me to leave whenever I wanted. "Oliver..." she suddenly called out just as I was about to hug Vee after being locked up for a couple of hours. Maybe two at most.

"Yeah..."

"I'm trusting you... please, please

don't make me regret it. Please don't make me feel that my trust was misplaced. The request was filled with pleading, almost as if she couldn't take anything else. Her back was still to me, and her muscle's were tense. I have to admit, that it was the first time I had heard her so deflated in a long time. She was begging me not to betray her, and I knew that I never would again. Despite everything my every

intention was to help her create the world she dreamed of.

She walked off before I could even answer her, still though, with my arm gently draped over my mates shoulders, I muttered my small reply. "You have my word."

I didn't leave for another few minutes. I couldn't stop my mind from racing over every possible outcome. I mean, what would actually happen if we lose? If Lewis is killed, and Josh gets his hands on Dylan again, there's no way she will bounce back. It'll be the complete end of the rebellion.

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back upstairs to the main pack house, everyone would be charging around getting their weapons ready and planning a definite attack strategy. So I undoubtedly wasnt expecting to find the pack drinking and singing in the main living room. Some people were conversing in the kitchens, while others were simply dotted about on the staircase drinks in hand, chatting about goddess knows what.

"So... Lewis has been caught by the king himself, and we are about to go a battle that will determine the

future of the world... and yet everyone is partying?" Vee made a good point, everything that had happened so far had been leading to this one main battle, and everyone in the pack seemed to be utilizing their time by getting drunk, instead of actually doing something productive. “Lewis is probably being tortured right now, my dad is about to die, and a wolfs response to everything is to party as if this

doesn't affect our entire livelihood."