Chosen By The Moon

Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 164

“There… look.” I looked at the picture that had been paused on the screen and frowned, why he was showing m audience bending the knee in front of his grace was beyond me.

“Why would I want to see a bunch of people supporting his actions?” I heard a wince and felt a soft hand on my shoulder finally bringing my sight away from the old screen.

They aren’t bowing to him, they were bowing to you.” Me? Why would people be bowing for me? “You truly don’t see it do you?” He must have read my face before I even realized I was pulling one. “You are our strength, Dylan. Everyone started looking towards you for freedom the second you made your views of this world known. You’re not afraid to just be yourself, and no matter what the king has done to you, you’ve kept that strength. You are our queen, both humans and lycans see that. It’s time you accepted that role. That’s why you’re here, So you can finally start getting things in

motion.”

“I will do what I can, but I won’t drag anyone else into my mess. I can’t stand by and watch anyone else die. You really scared me, Clarke.” He chuckled at me and then winced again. I could see he was getting tired, and in all honesty I was too. I had to do things quickly before I myself passed out from exhaustion.

Besides, scars make a good impression on the ladies right.” He winked playfully causing a smirk to form on

behind my suicidal form. “I know you must be exhausted right now, but I’m actually here for a reason.” I knew I had to just cut to the chase, and so I let my gaze wander back to my old partner and made sure my expressions showed nothing but urgency. “I need you to tell me the exact route you

your planning on driving again.” Almost as soon as he had that thought his head shot to me, panic slightly swept across

crashed the van, so I need to swap the license plates and send a new driver out quickly.” I explained to him quickly. “The wolf that attacked you is dead, if we don’t send your

kill him? I thought you just shot him and ran.” I shook my head, the killing

So, what is your usual route?” Was that really cold? I was unsure. It’s not like I enjoyed killing him, I just knew I needed

touch of reality? Had all the abuse id been put through really affected me so much. I thought id break, I thought id become an empty shell of the self I once was, but instead, I just felt

survive.

as bad as his

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