Chosen By The Moon

Lewis POV.

I was fighting with all my strength, attempting to hone in on the full moon, allowing it to give me the energy to fight with everything I had.

This man had in front of me had caused so much pain and heartache to the world, and he had tortured the love of my life, simply for his own twisted ending. I had no intention of letting him live, and I was doing a fairly good job at subduing him, I was getting very close to ending it.

His movements were slowly becoming less frequent, as we both began to show our fatigue, we had after all, been fighting for hours on end.

That all ended however, when I heard an almighty shout coming from a few feet away from where we were, Dylan's shout! My head turned towards her, watching in horror as Warren dragged her across the grass by what looked like her arm!

As soon as Josh clocked onto my distraction, he took advantage of it, and began tearing into me, while I in turn tried my hardest to best him.

There was no doubt He was a strong Lycan but honestly, it was only due to my distraction that he was able to get this upper hand over me.

his face. He truly did hate me for pursuing Dylan, not that he had the rights to be, not after everything with Iliana. While I lay there taking hit after hit, I couldn't help but believe that this

hurting and spluttering blood as Josh continued to pound into my face, again and again with his bare fists. Grunting out his anger with each

know, I always

not be over looked. How the mighty fall..." He berated at me while beating me to an inch of my life. I needed to get

be it, but please moon goddess, don't let my Dylan follow me.' I silently prayed to the goddess above to give Dylan a good life. To let her live in peace, but my thoughts and prayers were broken when a very quiet voice met both mine

ears.

"Mark me!"

moves however were instantly halted as he left my body mid beating. I could barely see through all the blood that trickled over my

fathom were my

I wasn't going to let her accept him. Not after everything, and certainly not to save me. "Dyl...?" My voice came out

her neck by the person I once called friend: "No..." my raspy voice tried to shout, but I too was bleeding, and my face felt like it was on fire as I attempted to stand once again, only to fall onto my stomach,

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