Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 391

Dylan POV

Sick… I felt sick to my stomach as I watched that smug bastard condemn Lewis to an early grave. A public execution hadn’t been done in a long time, and for the first one in months to be a Lycan was huge news. Camera flashes went off in the kings smirking mug of a face, and with it my anger grew ten fold.

Like fuck! I wasn’t going to stand by and let another person that I love die at the hands of my abuser. Not a chance in hell.

My sight wandered around the hundreds of people watching on, and noticed a few of them held holographic devices, talking to their long distant family members about the incident that had transpired.

Allowing my anger to consume me, and without thinking, while my eyes once again settled and focused glaringly on King Josh’s face, I grabbed the gun out of my waist band and aimed it at the tv.

I sighed, moving my head around to locate the large coffee table that was placed in the center of the large sitting room, and quickly walked up to it. I allowed myself to stand tall, my back straight and my head held high as I looked down at all the people, both lycans and humans, who stood waiting to follow me into the throws of battle.

“The time to take back our world, is now. The embers that you have all created, that have been simmering for so long now need to become a roaring flame! The weapons that you have all forged, must now be wielded with the fury and might of hundreds of warriors, desperate to take their lives back.” The few lycans that had been on the phone to their family, now had their devices pointed at me. I couldn’t see myself in them, but I could hear the loud words that I had spoken, traveling back to me through each and every device, a small delay in each of them. “I am tired of having to justify my actions of needing more supplies to survive, I am sick of shouting my views and having them dismissed due to my species and I am done, conforming to rules and regulations that state physical punishments are acceptable for mediocre infractions.” Maybe I was getting carried away, my word vomit coming out full force as I pushed my views onto everyone else. I had to bring this back to my people as a whole, instead of focusing on my own issues.