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 a goddamn thing. I had no idea what Josh was doing back in my district, I didn’t know how

from everyday life, and from all the people. One would usually assume that my blatant rejection of king Josh would have

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

sounded in my ears as I continued to 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

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

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

I continued to cry, admittedly

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a light like that then I wouldn’t be so freaked out, but

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

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