Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 217

Dylan POV

Without even missing a beat, I bolted to the RV door and threw it open, only to be met by John who had a slightly elevated look to him. He huffed slightly as if he had ran over here from god knows where, and he looked at me before delivering his news.

"That man, the one who was forcibly marked... He's awake." Now I was curious. We were told from day one that a forced mark was a death sentence, and yet this man had survived it...

"Lead the way!"!

I needed to see this man in order to understand what had happened. He logically shouldn't have survived, especially with the amount of blood he lost, but he had, he was alive and so it was imperative for me to speak to him. I guess I felt like it was partly my fault that he had even been marked without permission in the first place. If king Josh hadn't have announced that his intention was to do the same thing to me, then nobody else would have even had the gall to try it.

I walked with John to the medical tent in silence, the day was still calm and the sun was still blurring. I was already exhausted, however I couldn’t deny that I was happy, everything that had happened with Lewis was still playing on my mind and every time his lips on mine popped into my head, I smiled and blushed at the same time.

My thoughts were indeed cut off however as we finally got to the tent.

“Do you mind if I go and see him alone, I just really need to…” John nodded his head and smirked. He didn’t mind at all, I guess he must have understood my thought process.

"Neither can I in all honesty." I chuckled dryly and walked over to his bed before sitting down on the chair next to it. "How are you doing?"

"I'm very well, your grace, I'm feeling stronger than I ever have." Hmm, I wasn't sure if that was concerning or not though.

"Has the doctor explained anything to you yet?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me, I just felt the need to know everything about his situation.

"He's explained enough. I guess it makes sense as to why I'm so full of energy." He chuckled not seeming all that concerned about what could possibly happen. Whereas for me, all I could think about with this guy, was what could happen next. I mean he miraculously survived the bite, but at what cost? Is it true that he could potentially shift during the next full moon? Had the forced mark truly changed his human composition? How could he not be worried about the plausible consequences? He must have read my mind or at least he must have read my facial expressions, because he quickly sighed. “I’m lucky to even be alive right now, so whatever happens, happens. I don’t intend to waste my days. I’m going to enjoy whatever time I have left, especially when I have the energy to do so.” He was a very optimistic guy, more so than I was. It was quite admirable in all honesty.