Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 149

Dylan POV

50. Why did you decide to help me? I finally managed to ask Ryan Clarke as I walked out from behind a tree after doing my business.

We’d been traveling for little over 14 hours altogether and it was tedious to say the least. My disappearance as King Josh so eloquently described it, was all over the news. The car radio blurred out for most of the journey and luckily I was able to hear bits of it from inside the back of the truck.

The king, seemed to be under the complete delusion that Radicals, and rebels were behind my reported kidnap. Oh yes, in his strange, warped little mind, Poor defenseless me, was stolen away by members of the rebellion to be used as leverage against the crown, even though I knew the king was fully aware that I left of my own accord.

In fact, most of the worlds population knew I left of my own volition. Not to mention that I was the prime suspect in the burning of the districts main shipping post. The news anchor said herself that she wouldn’t be surprised if I was behind the arson attack.

put, that we need you. Do you know how many people have been seeking us out since you’ve been claimed? Especially after your little speech last week. Your words hold meaning, Riley, you need to start putting them to good use. My words are what got my mom killed, they are what made me take lashing after lashing. I was a fool when

in. I would be genuinely happy if

He chuckled and looked at me with pity and sorrow clouding his features. It was a look I was far too familiar with and it was a look I really hated seeing, more than anything else. “You aren’t the type of person to keep their head down Dylan. I know you’ve been through a lot, but you are the only one that both species listen to. Your the only one who can invoke change. You’ve

I had done exactly, I hadn’t ever changed anything, I just got tortured for

notion that I had it in me to aid the rebellion, when in reality I barely had any fight left. The king had squashed it. “Look, I fully support the rebellion, I really do, but I can’t be a part of it. I just want a

that was seriously strange hearing him say my first name, and it

right?”

and not simply helping those who were desperate. I made arrangements for things

hardly call a few

a smuggling trade.” He shook his head rapidly and pointed to the