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

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 no idea what Josh was doing back in my district, I didn’t know how to cope with my crumpling mind and lastly, I hadn’t the slightest clue as to why everyone was so insistent on me being the worlds

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 no, in

more I thought about my situation and the longer I stayed shouting and crying by the lake the more I was becoming enveloped by my misery. I had no clue how I was supposed to get on with life as if nothing had. 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

voices now as a copil method. “Get up!” However, the sound of those

looked around wiping my eyes in both terror and fascination. Whatever that was, made one specific thing very real,

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

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

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breathing back to normal as now the

freaked out,

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

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 been through even half as much as I had often ended up displaying some sort of mental problems, but was I really seeing