Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 428

3 silver bullets were embedded into the late usurpers chest while my own heaved up and down out of relief as i holstered Ryan Clarkes gun.

"GILLIARD!" Without missing another beat, I ran over to the man who groaned in pain while lying on the floor, blood was pooling underneath him and it was pretty obvious he was in a bad way. I had to get him medical aid. I attempted to pick him up off the floor only to fall directly onto my ass. There's no way I could get him to the safe haven alone. "CLARKE?!"

I shouted my friend over who was already running towards us, with shock on his face.

"Oh my God... is he?.." Ryan's thought process was cut short when the alpha groaned loudly, however the alpha remained unmoving. "God... we need to get him to Vee!"

"I can't move him on my own, Clarke!" Ryan nodded and quickly helped me. He placed Gilliards arm over his right shoulder while I did the same on my left.

Gills body was floppy, and bleeding badly. The rest of the battle continued on while me and my friend attempted to get him to some medical aid. We were slow, very slow, lycans aren't known for being very light, however we were making progress.

"Shit!" Ryan shouted as yet another wolf surprised us from behind, the Lycan sent me tumbling straight to the floor, my head made contact with the grassy ground below and I instantly began bleeding. Urgh, I should have known my head would get injured, I wasn't the best at protecting it during fights. I gripped my knife and stabbed it into the side of the wolfs neck before Clarke shot a bullet into his head. "You ok?" He asked slightly breathless at the quick actions we had just taken.

"What happened?" The alphas aunt asked as she ran over with a wheeled gurney, there were clearly multiple casualties that had made their way here however Gilliard was the worst injury so far.

"The kings father attacked me, Gill, he jumped in the way, and took on the fight himself." I gave a quick explanation as some other people rushed out to help the man into the bed. "I think he's broken his back." I was fairly certain that his floppiness paired with the almighty crack that I had heard was the result of his spine being snapped.

"We will do what we can. Thank you for getting him here…” I watched in guilt as the once proud strong man was wheeled away, unconscious and fighting for his life. “It’s not your fault, Dylan.” Lewis’s mother was quick to place a hand on my shoulder causing me to turn my sight away from the disappearing alpha. “Everyone here knew the risks, you lead them, you didn’t force them. This isn’t your fault.” I knew that, everyone had their own free will to either fight or stand down, and I was humbled so many people wanted to fight along side me.