Chosen By The Moon

Dylan POV

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I couldn’t stops I wandered back to Gilliards pack fiddling with the cellphone device that Dalton gave me. The moon was slowly ascending in the sky, it’s shape very nearly resembling that of a perfect circle.

I was giddy knowing I could finally begin to contac

ther country in regards to the rebellion. I had in touch with others would greatly benefit us, now we had the

been saying it for a while, that get to contac

opportunity.

My brain was running rampant on the long walk back, maybe I should have asked if I could have stayed the night at Daltons pack, with the full moon so close to being present, the night air held an eerie

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I hated full moons now. After loving astronomy for so long when I was a child, it felt like a kick in the teeth to admit that the night time gave me the creeps. Wolves were always at their strongest during a full moon, and so in the nights leading up to it, the air was often quiet and still. Causing more unease to flow through me.

I may have been having some regrets at telling the alpha I was ok to walk back alone. Even still, nothing could contain my excitement. If I could actually get in touch with the rebellion in Australia, then we could somewhat co–ordinate our attacks. The only reason they failed last time was because the king himself flew over to quell their fight, but if he was personally already occupied by the battle we were planning, then the Australians will have the opportunity to truly claim victory. It was a win win.

Another hour went by before I finally made it over the border to Gilliards district. I had my share of general looks of acknowledgment followed by a few nods to me out of respect, and a couple of murmurs of good evening, still, my legs radiated a dull throb from being over worked with all the walking, and my head was producing a muzzy ache from the stress of the day.

I wanted nothing more than curl up in Lewis’s bed and listen to him read. Which in hindsight sounds really childish and silly, but nothing else gave me the sense of calm I got from him doing that last time, although I wasn’t sure whether he was still mad at me after this morning.

I sighed heading towards the pack house and eventually through the doors. Both humans and lycans. conversed and laughed in the hallways. Footsteps sounded from upstairs proving that it was as busy up there as it was down here. And yet, for some reason, I didn’t feel uncomfortable.

I wandered through the house absentmindedly until I came to the alphas office. My knuckles knocked lightly on the wooden door and my fingers clutched the handle upon hearing Gilliard tell me to enter.

“Oh, Dylan, you’re back. How’d it go with Alpha Dalton?” I shrugged my tired shoulders before placing the holographic phone on his desk.

“This can be used to contact the Australian rebellion. If you know anything about time zones, then let me know when it’s day time over there, and I’ll make the call.” He quietly eyed the gadget with intrigue. and wonder swimming through his orbs before looking at me with a bewildered frown knitting at his

features.

“How the fuck did you secure this?” I suddenly felt a yawn beginning to come over me and quickly began maki a strange face in order to hide my obvious tiredness, I’d walked a long way today.

ved to Australia before the new word began,

“I just spoke with the alpha, he said his grandparent and that his grandfather knows the rebels leader.” Gilliards head shook rapidly in disbelief but a small smile was present meaning he wasn’t cross in any way.

“Dalton was holding out on me, the bastard.” He said before sliding the phone gadget into his desk draw. “Was anything else said?”

“He said I needed to bring it back in two weeks, told me to think of a plan for after the battle if we win.” I threw my head back and rubbed my eyes in exhaustion.

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