Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 210

Dylan POV.

He was so close to me, I could feel the heat coming from his own body slowly increasing my own. Lewis grinned while I simply glanced at his mouth. God, our lips were centimeters away from each other our breaths intertwined, causing a whole new form of heat to rise inside me. "You smell different today..." I heard him mumble slightly as he leaned even closer which caused my eyes to widen a fraction. "You should have told me." He spoke before finally backing away from my body.

His once cheeky, expression changed drastically as hurt took over his features. His eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly before a sympathetic smile became directed at me.

"Happy Birthday, Dylan!" My face dropped quickly at his words. I hadn't told anyone when my birthday was, so I genuinely had no idea how he knew it was actually today.

"How do you know that it is today?" I couldn't help but question him as I slightly turned my head away. There was no way that was just an estimated guess.

"Your scent is different. Everyone always smells different on their birthday, it's like your body subtly shows the day you were born into the world. Anyway, I always notice straight away if anything is different with you. Trust me." He smiled slightly before frowning once again. "How are you feeling today?"

"That's just V. Even I have been telling her for weeks that she needs to start pushing for things in the pack. At the moment she's just focused on increasing our numbers." I just sighed. I understood that side of it, but she was just complacent, it wasn't about boosting the number of bodies the rebellion had, no, for V it was survival that she craved more than justice.

"Well, despite what her end goal is, the truth of the matter is that we need to do something soon. Did you know that 16 districts have burnt down their punishment stages?" I shook my head still trying to come to terms with what I had started. I really did need to give something back to the people who were willing to support me and my ideals. I was done cowering behind anyone I could.

"Actually it's 17 now. And that's just in America." He smiled slightly when my eyes widened at his statement. I almost forgot about the other countries trying to put an end to human persecution.