Chosen By The Moon

“There’s no way the queen called you, put your glasses on.” Typical old couple. “And come put the laundry out.

Dylan.” His

“Woman, my glasses are on, I am staring at queen rolled in his head before turning back to me muttering something about taking himself off of mute. “Sorry about tha hear me again?”

I chuckled even more already knowing he was convinced that he was on mute for that entire with his partner.

“I can hear you just fine sir.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him. “Actually, I have something im to ask you…

“Harold, I just said come and help m…” her muffled voice quickly became louder the closer she eventually she must have seen me. “Harold, that’s the queen!”

“I told you.” My chuckling was made much worse because Gilliard from behind the device was try hardest not to pee himself from laughing silently at the old couple. They were highly comical.

“Hi, dear. I am so sorry bout southern accent unlike her partner and Alpha Dalton. It was shocking yet it suited her, even though ya momma. I can’t imagine what you must have felt.” This lady had a hated it when people said sorry for the loss of a loved one, at the end of the day, they didn’t do it. S why should they be sorry.

“Thank you.” I awkwardly stated as the older lady quickly huddled close to her partner so that they could both be seen on the projection, except there was probably lots of room for them both, and they truly didn’t have to look so squished.

“How did y’all get our sons phone thing? He quite protective over that usually.” Now it was time to activate my word vomit.

“Well, actually he gave me this to contact you, he said you knew how to get in touch with the rebellion?” Two large gasps sounded out loudly as they thought about it.

I mean Jacky? She means Jacky. Quick Harold go off the bench they were sat on so he could go and get this Jacky guy, who I’m guessing is the Jack Anderson who Dalton told me about. I looked up at Gilliard who was still trying to fight back his tears of amusement at the situation, I mean this was supposed to be a serious conversation and yet it was

and get the boy.” She practically pushed her mate slightly like talking to a comedy act.

“Alright, alright I’m going… the old Indy’s eyes lit up at what was obviously the guy wh… mentioned. He very slowly came into view and my jaw dropped open

had arms that looked like they could just wrap around ****

kind smile which lit up his face. The thing that slightly drew my attention though was the obvious claw mark scar that rested over his milk colored left eye, there was no way he could see out of it. Eve still, I hadn’t realized my hand had made its way to my tied up hair, instantly releasing it from its high bun. Gilliard frowned at my actions before beginning to mind link someone. I paid no mind to it. “Good day your grace…” he stated slipping on a pair of thick sunglasses as he sat down. “You asked for me?”

I could clearly see he hated wearing those glasses, I could practically feel his discomfort through the phone. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I did, I need to ask you about the rebellion…” he cleared his throat slightly as he went to respond to it, but with his eyes covered I had no idea of what his true feelings were.

“Ahhh, the rebellion disbanded, your grace.” Disbanded?! As in not active any more. “It’s time to just accept things the way they are.”

“Except where is the justice in that? If we keep things exactly how they are, then more and more people will get beat on, and abused. We need to fight.” He sighed fiddling with the rims of his glasses. I think his eyes met mine again but I couldn’t be sure.

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