Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 289

Chosen By The Moon 

Chapter 289 

Dylan POV. 

I drove in silence, my mind doing nothing but flashing back to the death of my father. I was going to be on edge all night now, I just knew it. 

I could feel Lewis glancing at me every few seconds out of worry, I had just killed someone, yet, the shake in my hands were from anger and not from guilt. 

“I’m ok, Lewis.” I sighed keeping my hands firmly squeezing the steering wheel in front of me, my knuckles were turning white from the tightness of them. I gritted my teeth and looked out at the calm night sky. The practically full moon shone so bright that even I couldn’t help but marvel at its tranquil beauty, while the thousands of stars that danced around it, shone down on us, providing a phantom warmth from to flow through me. 

“You did what that man wanted. He was in pain and he asked you… Lewis, didn’t have to justify my actions to me, I would do them again in a heartbeat, and so I sighed again and glanced at him, taking my eyes off the path ahead of me for a split second. 

“I know! I’m ok, really.” I stared a little bit too long at the man beside me and the truck veered left, my eyes widened and a small squeal left my lips as I quickly turned the wheel right to straighten the car 

out. “Teez!” 

“How new are you to driving? Lewis asked before grabbing the small handle that rested on the roof of the truck over where he was sitting. 

“I told you, I can’t drive. I don’t know why you let me behind this wheel. I stated quickly looking over the dash board at the numerous buttons and levers. 

“I’m starting to wonder that myself.” I rolled my eyes but half heartedly smiled at his attempt to ease the tension. My knuckles still clutched onto the wheel tightly, even more so now that I was hyper aware of my speed and trajectory. 

By the time we made it back to the pack house it was eerily quiet. Everyone was asleep in bed or patrolling the grounds. I didn’t know what to do with the body in the back of the truck, so I looked to Lewis for help. 

“What do we do with him?” I asked sadly as I stared at the closed rear doors in front of me. “I can’t just 

leave him in there.” 

I felt a pang of sadness wash over me again as I thought about his final moments. How in pain he must have been, how 1, of all people, was his only comfort. I felt the phantom touch of his once warm hand on mine as it clutched at me tightly. 

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Chapter 289 

“I’ll tell the pack doctor to come and get him.” Lewis stated, the man was at rest now, I wanted him to 

bee comfortable.