Chosen By The Moon

Dylan POV

Sick... I felt sick to my stomach as I watched that smug bastard condemn Lewis to an early grave. A public execution hadn't been done in a long time, and for the first one in months to be a Lycan was huge news. Camera flashes went off in the kings smirking mug of a face, and with it my anger grew ten fold.

Like fuck! I wasn't going to stand by and let another person that I love die at the hands of my abuser. Not a chance in hell.

My sight wandered around the hundreds of people watching on, and noticed a few of them held holographic devices, talking to their long distant family members about the incident that had transpired. Allowing my anger to consume me, and without thinking, while my eyes once again settled and focused glaringly on King Josh's face, I grabbed the gun out of my waist band and aimed it at the tv.

I made the entire room jump in fear

as I fired a single bullet straight through the kings forehead as it rested on the screen, causing a singular loud bang to echo through the the room. The picture on the tv began to flicker before ultimately fading to black. Everyone present turned their heads in astonishment as I remained stood, with my arm out stretched and the gun in the air,

a small puff of smoke floating out of

the barrel.

held in two days time, then luckily that meant

ultimately going to be his

all been

well, now you've

I spoke to the room and felt a hundred eyes on me, I heard the slight patter of footsteps and realized that more and more people were gathering as I spoke my words. I turned in my spot to

wasn't meant to

up to it. I allowed myself to stand tall, my back straight and my head held high as I looked

take back our world,

have all created, that have been simmering for so long now need to become

desperate to take their lives back." The few