Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 108

Nick PDV

Dylan had been back for three days, she had been going to school with me, Arya, Adrien and his mate, Jana for the entirety of those three days, much to her confusion. In fact no one knew why she was spending her days in the classrooms with everyone else, it was unfair really, if she actually ever did manage to retain the information given to her during lesson she would just forget it all again after her and King Josh left for the next district.

I personally didn’t understand how she was still so vibrant, if I’m being honest. She still laughed with her stomach at things that were funny, she still talked back to the teachers, and most importantly she still stood up against the lycans, despite getting consistently beaten by King Josh anytime she speaks.

The most shocking turn of events, is king Josh’s treatment of her… She’s his mate, his other half, like Arya to me only his temper towards her is appalling, I’ve even heard the schools principal saying so this week.

has made him like this, even Erin has said it before, her attitude changed though as soon as Dylan saved her from punishment a few days ago, hat rejection or not, no one should ever

crosses her eyes, and anyone with eyes can see she truly is afraid of the king. In that instance it was almost as if there

was the same Dylan everyone already knows, the one who doesn’t take any bull shit, the one whose mouth consistently runs away from her The one that stands up for everything she believes and damns the consequences of her opinions. Then the other was this empty shell of emotion, the Dylan

in the last five years, Dylan had never been afraid of the

to her or what she’s been through in the last few months that she’s been away, but I do know Dylan, I know that before his grace, she would have stood up to everyone and anyone that had something to do with the oppression of our kind. So seeing her cower before the king, and watching her flinch in anticipation of pain

developed this completely rational

against the wall, her head was hack and she was staring at the ceiling. Out of curiosity

signs of even being aware of where she was. She was tired, anyone could see that just by looking at the dark bags under her eyes, her skin held a dullness to it that she had never had before, and the plethora of scars that subtly pocked out from under her clothes were enough to make anyone’s stomach

Arya, King Joshua has asked if