Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 383

“What? No, you can’t do that. He’s injured, he at least should get seen to.” It was natural for Vee to want to help him, her bond drawing her into his needs, however my trust for the man had gone as soon as he re entered the pack house.

“His loyalty is currently questionable, I won’t tolerate him wandering around the house when he could be leaking possible information to king Josh and his army.” Vee didn’t like my answer, she shook her head, and stepped in front of her mate protectively, not that she could actually do anything of significance.

“But… he’s injured.”

“A superficial wound at most, if he can’t handle that, then he shouldn’t have found himself in such a position of power. Take him down, I’ll deal with him later.” I turned my back to the tractor and his mate, hearing a few slight grunts coming from his mouth as he was grabbed and escorted down to the pack dungeon.

I hastily made my way up the stairs to Lewis and Dylan’s room, in hopes of finding the queen there. We needed to discuss what was going to happen next.

Wolves charged past me, anticipation clouding their every sense as they prepared themselves for the battle of a life time. Life as we knew it would crumple completely, whether that be for better or worse. This was unequivocally the beginning of the end.

I knocked upon getting to Dylan’s door, although just from the smell alone I knew she wasn’t in there. I barged in just to be sure, I hoped that the lack of scent was bought on by the immense number of people darting to and from the different rooms, but no, the room felt so cold knowing exactly where Lewis was currently. I mean for all we knew, he could have already been dead.