Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 379

Dylan POV.

"Seriously... that's another bullseye!" I was currently in alpha Gilliards pack training hall, with none other than Ryan Clarke, who once again looked at me as if I had three heads growing out of my neck as I threw yet another knife at a target . "How did you get so good at that? I mean, your hair is one thing, but I'll be damned if your actually a better shot than me."

"First of all, these are knives, honestly Clarke, have you ever even thrown a knife?" I raised my eyebrows at him cockily and waited for him to reply, he stuttered slightly knowing I was right, but still argued.

“No, but im good with a gun. I’ve even saved your sorry ass before now.” Had he forgotten I had saved him too. He nudged me playfully before winking at me in success.

“Oh please... you have literally shot one person in your entire life, granted it was a good shot, but still... it's natural that I am better than you." I laughed as I walked over to the far target and gathered the knives I had been throwing.

I had gotten the blades from the weapon room that Gilliard gave me the key for. Let me be the first to tell you that it was amazing, the sheer amount of weapons at our disposal was excessive and extremely useful. The person in charge of it stated that it shouldn't be an issue for me to have a silver dagger made, which would really come in handy on top of the guns I'll be wielding.