Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 170

Dylan POV

I cried, I completely and utterly sobbed to myself as I lay on the grass. The sun blurred down on my curled and the slight breeze that was in the air, wafted over my body effortlessly.

up form

I was still wearing my bloodied clothes along with the random T–shirt I was given when I arrived, I genuinely had no idea who it belonged too, but I did know it was large and comfortable, anything that wasn’t made out of that scratchy brown material my pants were made out of, basically felt like silk.

It was a particularly beautiful day, which usually would bring a smile and joy to someone’s face instantly, but for me, just reminded me what I had been kept from while I was locked in the palace.

Now though, I was out, I had managed to get away from the king and his constant torture, still I had genuinely never felt so disconnected and so isolated from society.

it

I didn’t know the layout of the base, I didn’t know what the so called council were planning on doing with me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn’t know a goddamn thing. I had

and from all the people. One would usually assume that

happened. I wasn’t strong enough to just get up and accept everything anymore, not when my mind was trying to block out everything I had been through in the last few months. So, yeah I may have looked

drown in my sorrow. “Get up!” It got a little bit louder but still, remained barely audible. I tried my hardest to ignore it, maybe I was hearing voices now as a copil method. “Get up!” However, the sound of those words a third time did make my stinging swollen eyes open slightly only to be met

leaning on my hands as I frantically looked around wiping my eyes in both terror

stains dripped down from my now puffy eyes and rested on my red cheeks. “Is someone there?” I knew I wouldn’t get an answer, I knew everything I had seen or heard was only a manifestation of my mind, still I asked, in the hope that someone would in fact reply.

mumbled while I continued to cry, admittedly it was much less erratic now. I

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to normal as now the only

seen a light like that then I wouldn’t be so freaked out, but I had in fact seen it a few times before, and

conjured up in my crumbling mind an imaginary yet mysterious light that only ever appeared when I was truly on the brink of collapse? Was it subconsciously my way of coping with the fact that

mean 5 years ago no one ever even thought lycan’s existed so maybe ghosts were a part of reality also? I had never really believed in things like that before, but the only other logical explanation that could elucidate the situation would be that I was, in actuality, becoming unhinged. It wasn’t impossible, people who had