Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 33

5 years ago.

BANG!

“Ahhhh” my mom screamed as howls and gun shots were going off outside the house. I pushed the curtains. aside so I could look out of the window at what was going on.

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“Dylan, stay away from there.” My dad instantly grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me away from it. He

ran me over to my mom who was holding my baby brother tight in her arms. “Both of you stay inside no matter what you hear.” he grabbed a hand gun out of a draw and went to walk out.

“NO! Dad, you can’t leave.” He shook his head and crouched down slightly to look me in the eye.

my forehead. “You’re in charge Dil, you need to protect your mom and your brother, ok?” My eyes were brimming already at the thought of my dad leaving me but I nodded as I let the tears fall. “Stay strong kiddo, no matter what happens, don’t show these mutts any

sniffed as I nodded my head. “I promise dad, I’ll protect

ever forget that I am so proud of you.” With that he stood up straight and kissed my mom before running out of the door with the

I sniffed and wiped my face from the water flowing down it before running to the closet under the stairs, I grabbed the baseball bat that

of gun shots, growls, howls and screams

thinking I ran outside to help but stopped in my tracks, the second I stepped foot out of the door I saw a fully shifted wolf dragging a

pavement, a blood trail being left by him as he went along. A lot of the people From our town were stood watching, many of them

only to be caught by another lycan. I kicked and screamed as he held me back. My dads face shot to me in the lycans arms and he tried harder to get away. That was a bad move, the lycan that was dragging him stopped quickly and growled before his jaw clamped over my dads leg, another wolf shifted right in front of me and attacked my fathers arms. Before I knew it he was being ripped to shreds right in front of

force as I could muster I threw my head back and smacked it on the lycan holding me. He dropped my dazed body immediately and held his own head. I waisted no time, ignoring the now prominent ache in my head, I grabbed a little hand gun from the floor and ran into the middle of the road, I shakily pointed it

the force of the bullet, I had hit it, square in the

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at the other one who was still tearing my father to pieces