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.

that meant his life was

good news. The kings need to make an example of people was ultimately going to be

been preparing for

now you've

I heard the slight patter of footsteps and realized that more and more people were gathering as I

meant to be continued. However with so many eyes on me I realized now

to stand tall, my back straight and my head held high as I looked down at all the people, both

time to take

that you have all created, that have been simmering for so long now need to become a roaring flame! The weapons that you have

with the fury and might of hundreds of warriors, desperate to take their lives back." The few lycans that had