Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 0349 

Dylan POV 

Well… Oliver was right, my hair, really had taken on a shade of pure white, almost as if I had rapidly aged, or bleached it to the point of no return, or something weird along those lines like that. However, my hair wasn’t the only thing that had changed about my overall 

appearance, my face had also filled out a bit. 

When I was younger, before the new world came into effect, I remember watching some superhero films, and this felt strangely like them. My hair had changed color, any existing injury that I had was now, completely healed, my rib cage could no longer be seen due to malnutrition, and my stomach had developed a set of toned abs that I had never had previously, it was almost as if i had been bitten by a radioactive spider, or i had fallen into a vat of toxic waste. This body i now possessed was something completely foreign to me, and it was the body of someone I would have, in the past, been extremely jealous of. 

I looked, really, genuinely healthy. 

Although, my excessive scarring was still very much prominent, it didn’t change the fact that in two days, my entire body had undergone a transformation that I didn’t think was possible, at least i didn’t until I had seen it with my own eyes. The entire situation was crazy. 

I was currently in one of the rogues grass tents, changing out of the amor that I had been wearing solidly for the past few days. Being in a rogue camp meant I wasn’t able to get it washed, not that it would be able to be used again now that it had a silver bullet lodged into it. The rogues that lived here didn’t have clothes the way everyone else did, in fact, i had noticed that most of the time they just walked around either in the nude, or simply in their wolf forms, so the items of 

clothing I had been given did not exactly consist of a full outfit. 

+25 BONUS 

The bits of cloth I had consisted of two large strips of fabric one black and one brown, which I myself would have to fashion into some sort of respectable costume for me to wear while we made our way back to Gilliards pack. I quickly wrapped the black cloth around my newly toned torso, and tied it in a tight knot at my hip creating a strapless top, but covering up the majority of the scars littering my back. The scarring on my shoulder blades, top of my back and tops of my arms were however fully on show, much to my anxiety.