Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 135

Adrian POV

“Slow down a bit Arya…” I looked at my sister completely taken a back by her words. I told her to go and check on Dylan as she had made her way into the bathroom, what I didn’t expect was for her to come out with the most ludicrous story ever.

Tm telling you…. She’s been blessed by the moon goddess. I think everyone is right, she was chosen as our queen for a reason.” It shocked me to say the least, Arya hated Dylan, she was always quite jealous of her, if I’m being honest. Dylan’s antics and attitude often made her the focus of conversation and the center of attention. Yet all of a sudden Arya was holding her in extreme high regard, something had defiantly happened.

“It’s practically suicide to be speaking like that Arya, you should keep your voice hushed. Monroe spoke quietly, looking at the bathroom door his mate had just gone through to comfort Dylan. “We are all pretty much aware of the situation by now.”

“Do

will be ok?” Nick was worried about his friend, she had a sort of broken demeanor about her that caused me and many other to take pity on her. Only the goddess herself knows what she had been

a certain amount of items a week, but they never went starving, I’m pretty certain Dylan and a few others used to try and keep themselves as active as possible, even when physical exercise for humans was banned in every district. However right now, poor Dylan was on the very brink of starvation due to that bastard of a

allowed the king to break her, not that I blamed her in the slightest. In all honesty after everything she had been through, I’m surprised it took her this long to crack. Anyone else would have

by Monroe, but nooded her head all the same. This girl could never admit that she needed help, or that she most definitely wasn’t ok. It was sad really, that she consistently felt the need to hide her true feelings, especially when Nick was involved. It was like she went out of her way to act

as we got home Dylan begged for food. I never thought I would ever see someone on the brink of starvation before my eyes, but here she was.

was definitely not enough to be considered substantial but she was so grateful nonetheless, I wouldn’t have been, I would have thrown that forking soup over his head, after lacing it with wolfsbane or