Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0201

Dylan POV

"I'm self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can't be helped." I swallowed thickly before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to change the subject quickly. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about how shitty my life is..." I held out the white paper and smiled slightly.

"I'm here because, I can't do this alone." I watched Ryan Clarke look at the envelope in my hand and a confused frown quickly took over his face and curiosity was embedded into his small eyes.

"What do you mean you can't do this alone? What even is that?" I sighed and held one side of the envelope in each hand, my name staring back at me, causing yet another lump to form in my throat. I looked at Clarke then sighed before awkwardly waving the paper slightly.

eyes widened drastically at my words, and he quickly sat up more, letting his back

sweat and eventually I’d begin to panic.

on my own.” My grip tightened on the envelope and my gaze met the floor. I was so nervous it was unreal. The last words we ever spoke to each other weren’t something I wanted to remember and yet, I knew it would never leave me. Other than our last minutes together these written words were the very last time I’d ever hear from her. “I won’t be able to cope well if the last thing she ever said to me were written words of

in sorrow and my shoulders shrugged out of disagreement. “Listen to me…” I looked away from him quickly, which in turn caused his voice to become very stern. “Look at me and listen…” I was that surprised by his tone that my head actually shot to him. “No one, not a single lycan or human, should have ever been through what you have, and yet you’re still here, you rejected the king at every turn, you fought with a

but honestly there’s more people out there fighting than what you think, it isn’t just me.” His head shook rapidly as he continued to try and put

people are fighting, it doesn’t take your fight away from you. You have given people hope for a better future. So whatever your mom has written, just know that you gave her hope.” It’s still a foreign concept to me to be someone else hope when

wether to actually open it or not. Honestly, Now that it was in front of me I was seriously