Chosen By The Moon

CHAPTER 151

Chosen By The Moon

Dylan POV

I really did know this man.

He was the one who held the silver rod before burning my flesh in front of the world, he worked in the palace, for king josh, and he took great pleasure in my torment.

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Ryan was quick to step next to the man, however the gargantuans thick arm shot out and his hand wrapped around poor Clarkes neck. He lifted him off

“Stop it!” I demanded and rushed forward, only for the man to drop my friend instantly. Clarke began to cough and splutter for breath as he sat on the floo

I was effortlessly dragged out and onto the road all the while struggling to find my footing. He pushed me onto my knees then left me to speak into an in

Panic swept through me as I looked around the dark area trying to see if my torturer had a friend, only my thoughts were cut off by two large gun shots s

My head shot to Clarke, who was stood in the back of the van holding a pistol. He had definitely hit the wolf, but hardly even caused a paper cut worth of

“You’ll pay for that you fucking human!” I watched in horror as the man from the palace allowed his claws to elongate, his eyes began to glow a bright silv he stalked towards my transporter. It reminded me of the king. Within an instant Clarkes scream shattered the eerie silence as the wolfs and swiped dow

Blood began to pour out of the wound instantly as he fell to his knees, dropping the gun completely out of the van to

once more let his claws roughly slice

clutch his now worryingly leaking injury. The wolf didn’t stop with just one, h Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

his body again, and again.

I had to do something.

Shouting was on the tip of my tongue, but noise couldn’t escape me. I just watched as Ryan tried to protect himself with his arms as much as possible bu

God, I had to move! I had to force my body to move. No one else was going to die the same way my mother did.

Finally after some inner turmoil I allowed my skinny body to launch itself at the wolf, who barely even felt the impact of my form, but it had the desired eff

I barely had time to even breath before I was grabbed and painfully slammed down onto the concrete ground below us. The back of my head hit the floo

I could hear the cries coming from Ryan and I just knew I had to get up. So I turned slowly from my back, but stopped when Ryan’s gun met my eyes. I g

“Stop!” He finally did what I asked as Ryan lay unmoving on the floor. I glared hard at the mans bleeding chest and sighed a small huff of relief when I sa

“Your grace… put it down! You know it barely affects us.” His smug narcissistic words were right, it did barely affect them, their skin is just too hard and

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