Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 60

Dylan POV

I lay there for some time, staring at the wall while occasionally moving my head to face the other side giving my neck some much needed rest bite. I watched the moon go down and the sun begin it’s ascent in the sky, and slowly came to the realisation that no one was coming in before dawn.

Hours genuinely went by, and they were the best few hours of my time here, yes I was in pain, but I was completely alone, that in itself made me more at ease. Eventually the door to the room opened up and I heard footsteps approach my bed. On instinct I tensed up but quickly cased as Lewis’s voice shot through the room.

“Are you

awake!? My head turned to his direction and I frowned before nodding slowly. I’d been lying there for hours and since it was Lewis I couldn’t see any harm in finally asking for a drink.

“Please… can I have some water?” I couldn’t help but brace myself for the impact of a fist or even a foot, but

instead I watched his face morph into one of guilt, it was a shock to say the lea?

“Shit, of course. Just give me a second.” I didn’t have time to even acknowledge what he had said before he high tailed it out of the room. I stayed still, once again staring out the window at the painless, free birds that fly around. “Here!” Huh… I didn’t even hear him come back in.

a large plastic cup full of the clear liquid I so desperately desired. There was condensation building up on the transparent cup that just screamed cold. It was like looking at pure bliss. I pushed my weak body up with my noodle arms and winced loudly at the pain it caused my back and forearms. I shook my head and scrunched my eyes

that wasn’t mutilated

on a little side table before running out of the room again, while I just lay there. Pain radiated from every inch of my body, and honestly I wasn’t even sure I’d ever physically heal properly. I know some of the nerves in my back were

to my eyes. It soothed my scratchy throat and hydrated me more than I thought it would. I must have been bad if I was

see, as humans we’ve been taught that wolves were confident and fierce, so seeing

to let tears spill down my cheeks at the pain in my body, and the thought of being even more grotesque than I already was. If I ever do manage to get away from the sadistic king,

me, what Josh did was completely out of order. Even his father agrees that he should not have taken it so far.” I just

could I let it?

try to heal. So maybe the process of healing my back will help me pull myself out of the hell I’ve found myself in. Would the days I spent healing be enough time for me to glue my cracks up yet again? If I let myself be ground

forehead slightly, his touch was barely even

wasn’t going to give in, I was just in so much pain. Maybe I could

to breathe out in between whimpers. The agony my back and arms were radiating was causing my mind to flip, maybe I should just accept the king, then again who is to say that he won’t hurt me, even though we’re mated. Also, if I did give my consent then I would be completely trapped, I’d literally never get away, and I don’t know enough about the bond, I might not want to get away, at least at the moment I still have my

Then grabbed my hand gently, and began to stroke my knuckle. “Yesterday was completely

Lewist

never going to get away from him.” My situation was becoming bleaker the more I

also trying to tell me to be smart.