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

were planning on doing with me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn’t know a goddamn thing.

head, I really couldn’t understand why people still called me the queen when I made damn sure I wasn’t tied to the king by anything. Not to mention that every single time I would be addressed as queen, or her grace, I would feel all the more isolated from everyday life, and from all the people. One would usually assume that my blatant rejection of

strong enough to just get up and accept everything anymore, not when

a copil method. “Get up!” However, the sound of those words a third time did make my stinging swollen eyes open slightly

sat up slightly leaning on my hands as I frantically looked around wiping my eyes in both terror and fascination. Whatever that was, made

I wouldn’t get an answer, I knew everything I had seen or heard was only a manifestation of my mind, still

really am going crazy.” I mumbled while I continued to cry, admittedly it was much less erratic now.

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back to normal as now the only thing occupying my thoughts was

light like that then I wouldn’t be so freaked out, but I had in fact seen

hallucination of some kind? Could I have 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

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,