Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 370

Gilliards POV.

I watched the girl in front of me fire my gun off in three consecutive shots, and couldn't stop my jaw from going slack at the accuracy she showed. She was of course even more confused and shocked than I was, but I couldn't help but gaze at her prowess, in the few weeks I had known her, she had grown so much, she'd gone from being trapped in this shell of despair, to being ready to lead the charge. It was a sight to behold.

She began explaining what she thought the moon goddess had granted her, then fired yet another bullet directly into the clock that rested on my wall, once again it was a perfect bullseye.

"What on earth are you talking about... and can you please stop shooting my office up?" Don't get me wrong. I was glad to see her being so competent with a firearm. It was reassuring to know that she just might be able to hold her own in the battle against the king. It'll be a weight off of Lewis's shoulders also, knowing thats she has knowledge around a weapon.

"I think... Gilliard... I think the moon goddess gave me the knowledge of the old hunters!" That made a lot of sense. Her skills with the gun were incomparable, and really had come out of nowhere. I will admit, I had seen her shoot before, and she was never truly all that bad, but her precision now really was unmatched.