Chosen By The Moon

It made everything worse when the pain of rejection engulfed my chest at the feeling of her accepting a mates mark that wasn't my own. My wolf form, although exhausted, was teetering on the surface, in fact I would have allowed my animalistic self to completely take over, if it wasn't for my battered and beaten body.

"Dylan..." once again my whisper died in the open air before it even had the chance to be heard by my girl, who was currently in more turmoil than she had ever been. I watched on, helplessly as she cried when Josh finally allowed his fangs to leave her delicate skin, and threw his head back in euphoria while my girl simply frowned, gritting her teeth in agony.

Even from where I was, I could hear her teeth grinding against each other in an attempt to prevent another scream from escaping her lips. In the end, we were both powerless to stop her from being marked.

My eyes however went wide, when her hand quickly shot up with a loud grunt, hastily and effectively embedding a bladed weapon into Josh's throat. His grip loosened, and blood fell out of his own mouth as he wobbled before falling onto the ground below the pair. I watched powerlessly still crawling closer and closer to them both as She climbed on top of him, quickly finishing her job at killing him. The scent of blood hung thickly in the air, and I continued to force my body to propel forward towards her.

My mate, my beautiful strong mate, suddenly collapsed to the floor herself. Her chest heavily rising and falling with her laboured breath. She was losing far too much blood, far too quickly.

"DYLAN... NO!" Finally, I made it over to my girl, whose body was shutting down steadily. Her head jolted as I gently pulled her on top of me, caressing her head and rocking her gently as I held her, completely ignoring my own body's termoil. "Dyaln, stay with me! Don't leave me! Please don't leave me." Her arm was hanging on by a thread of muscle, and the blood loss was becoming extremely concerning, so I allowed my hand to wrap firmly around her shoulder in an attempt to quell the bleeding. "HELP! SOMEONE!" My voice was desperate, but my shouts were muffled and quiet, which only frustrated me more.

out of my eyes as I felt her pulse weaken. "You can't

whisper, shattered

I didn't want to hear it. So I shook my head, attempting to stop her speech. "You..." Her cough was becoming thickeras my head shook more. Only her own head turned away from me, giving me a full view of that bastards painful mark. I growled lowly, not liking the sight of it one bit, and apparently I wasn't the only one

girl who was quickly loosing consciousness in my arms. I jolted her

couldn't

had said not to

over the top of his? And if I did that what would even happen? As far as I knew something like that had never been done before. I

mark was forever. Not once had someone wanted another's to be displayed on their neck on top of one that was already cemented. Once your goddess given mate had marked you, it was iron clad. "Dylan? What are you asking me?! Dylan..." Shit... she was dying in my arms. Don't let her die with his mark?! What was I supposed to do? Did the side effects even matter with her body being so damaged anyway? If I did in fact mark her, hopefully the goddess Luna can make it feel

her heartbeat had

no, no,