Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 358

Dylan POV.

"How do you plan on setting up a cellular connection for Vee and Carlos?" Lewis asked as he followed my movements in entering our room. I shrugged at his question, plonking myself down onto the bed and beginning to untie the tight laces that were fastened on my steel toed boots.

I kicked the first one off with great effort, relishing in the respite my suffocating foot got instantly, I wiggled my toes and rolled my ankle feeling the ache of walking so much in my feet, before attempting to fiddle with the other boot. "I actually intend to use your connections to organize it."

"Me?! I'm not as well connected as you Dyl, I think you'll have a much better outcome if you simply..." I shook my head, and looked at the man that I loved.

"...it's your connections that'll help to secure the link though, Your uncle, at least one of them, works in the palace. So we can call him, or even arrange it in the guise of Gilliards call, then simply pass the phone onto Carlos and Vee." He came up to me quickly and began to loosen my laces before effortlessly sliding it off my foot. I quickly and childishly stuck my tongue out at his smug grin, which was mocking my pathetic previous effort to get the first boot off.

"Do you just want me to organize it then?" I just shrugged at his question as he gently ran his hand through his hair. "I wish you would let me help you more. You really do shoulder far too much when you really don't have to. There are loads of people who would be happy to follow your orders." I raised my eye brows at him and gently wrapped my arms around the back of his neck as he knelt before me. God, I had missed this man.

"Actually, I think it rather suits you." I wiggled my eyebrows comically which caused a breathy chuckle to leave his own luscious lips. "The moon goddess clearly wanted you to stand out, perhaps it's been changed simply to prove to the lycans and that she has in fact blessed you, they may be more likely to accept you."

"Maybe, but honestly, I think I have always sort of stood out, for some reason, probably more to do with my word vomit than anything else though, but now, I feel like I'm waving a giant neon sign above my head. Don't get me wrong, I feel good... I feel strong, and healthy, Better than I ever have actually." I smiled slightly at the energy my body seemed to possess. The feeling was entirely new to me after being starved and abused for so long, and I fully intended to enjoy the lack of fatigue. "But I feel like I'm loosing myself. A lot of people keep forgetting that at the end of the day I am just a human."