Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 421

Dylan's POV

I was more than ready for this fight that was about to be raging in front of me, I just prayed to whatever higher power was listening that my comrades were equally so.

As soon as my confession left my lips, I saw the king's eyes blaze with a fury that even I had never witnessed before. He looked absolutely crazed as he ordered anyone present to kill Lewis, who was unjustifiably still shackled to the makeshift stage.

I didn't have to act too hastily, however, as I watched Oliver immediately jump to his old friends aid. While I knew that, I had to get the king out of the way long enough for someone to use their initiative and actually free Lewis from his restraints rather than just keep the royal fighters off of him, so naturally and without a single thought in my head, I charged at king Josh, throwing my entire body into his unsuspecting one and tackling him directly off the stage.

I shouted as my body crashed onto the man who had taken everything from me. Even in the situation that I was in, the sheer sight of him made my skin crawl.

After a second of staring him in the eyes, for the first time in months, i felt him deliver a single punch to my jaw line and could taste my mouth fill up with blood from the blow. I tumbled off the top of him and onto the floor below from the impact and blinked rapidly trying to come back to my senses.

"Argh..." I rolled on the ground and kicked the man in the face as hard as I could before attempting to scramble away, only to be caught and pulled down to the floor once again. "Get off of me, you Son of a bitch." I grabbed a rock from the floor and swung it at the guys head, as soon as it made contact, the wolf released my limb, not before scraping his nails down the length of my calf, nicking the seem of the fabric connecting my armor together, and I felt my skin tear along with it, forcing me to let out a small grunt at the sensation, far too consumed with adrenaline to do much else.

I kicked the lycan again and got to my feet preparing to run away, My head darted around attempting to find some thing that would give me an advantage against these mutts. But What could I do?! I couldn't just run away, not now, I wasn't a Lycan, I was just me, So how in gods name was I supposed to fight these once mythical creatures?