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

more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn’t know a goddamn thing. I had no idea what Josh was doing back

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 king Josh would have been enough to tell the lycans that I rejected their throne too, but

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 completely crazy, but I didn’t care as I screamed at the world I was forced to live in.

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

hands as I frantically looked around wiping my eyes in both terror and fascination. Whatever that was, made one specific thing

out slightly as tear 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

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

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Chapter 170

my breathing back to normal as now the only thing occupying my

was the first time I had 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 I had no clue

in my crumbling mind an imaginary yet mysterious light that only ever appeared when I was truly on the brink

was a ghost? I 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