Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 45

Dylan POV

My breathing was erratic and my head was becoming fuzzy from the lack of oxygen I was getting. I don’t know how long had passed but I felt the girls hand that was on my back leave. I remained on the floor, I didn’t turn around to see why she had left my quivering form. I didn’t dare.

“You are both excused.” I heard the betas voice float through the room and the sound of my bedroom door closing met my ears, I remained on the floor. A pair of leather shoes made their way into my peripheral vision, before I felt a hand on each of my shoulders. “Deep breaths for me, Dylan.”

His voice was soft, and kind, but my body still trembled. The room I was in was growing smaller and smaller by the second and I was definitely beginning to feel light headed.

“Please.” My face was grabbed suddenly and I came face to face with the beta, his eyes were heavy and he looked tired for some reason. He was also sporting a rather intense bruise on his right cheek bone which made me curious as to how he got it. “Look at me… deep breaths.” He breathed in slowly before breathing out, showing me how to do it. For some reason he made me feel at ease. And so, while looking him right in the eye I took a long shaky breath in, and another one out. God knows how bad my breath actually was, but the beta

made no reaction whatsoever.

“That’s it, Dylan. Everything is fine.” Nothing was fine but I felt a little bit better while the beta helped me regulate my breathing. He kept one hand on my cheek and tucked my dirty hair behind my ear. Eventually slowly but surely my breathing became a bit more stable and I was able to respond.

“It’s not fine!” I managed to whisper out while still taking deep breaths. Now, I hadn’t actually seen Lewis in the time I’d been down in the dungeon. So when he finally looked at me he looked shocked at what I’d become, what I’d been reduced to.

as a whisper, as he moved back to

out as I finally got my breath

have let

something you can’t come back from.” Well,

process and make it my own. decision?!” I clutched my chest and let in one last deep breath before forcing my frail body to stand up. “I don’t want to die, but I cant live like this!

end up in despair himself.” Sure that’s the legend, if a lycans. mate passes then he or she will become unhinged. Anger, sorrow and other emotions take over until there is nothing left but an empty shell. most kill themselves a rare few deal with the grief and learn to move

would you treat her the way he treats me?” I knew his

changed the subject completely. “You should wash up. The water in the bath should help you relax slightly. It’ll

nodded unable to find the words to argue. I did need to wash, but I already knew the first thing I would do was brush my teeth. I hadn’t brushed them in so long, a thick dirty coating rested on every single tooth

I was. I then grabbed a unopened toothbrush from underneath. I smeared toothpaste on it and began to roughly brush the thick layer of dirt off of every tooth. It had been so long since I felt the minty freshness on my

I was finished I stared at my reflection, embarrassed by what I’d become. I could feel the anger building up inside me, I felt my hands clench into fists. A small tear trickled down my face before I growled, I took a deep breath and quickly wiped it away, then turned towards the large tub

went to the kings entrance and locked that, making sure I wasn’t going to be disturbed. Once all the doors were

undressed!

the floor and my even skinnier than before figure, was on show. My hip bones were protruding out and my collarbone was more prominent, both sets of ribs could be clearly seen and my spine was almost skeleton like. Along with my skinny figure, little and large, purple and blue bruises littered my body and small cuts were scattered around