Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 386

"I'll be there in five minutes, what has my son done now?" I braced myself, already knowing that I was about to be told some stupid story. Most likely how Dylan had rejected him or something because he was an idiot who probably said something completely insensitive and stupid.

"Lewis has gotten himself captured by king josh..." Ok, that was not what I was expecting at all. I shot up and away faster than ever allowing myself to shift into my white and light brown wolf. The speed my paws raced at was faster than Gilliards explanation, and so he continued to speak after not getting any sort of verbal reply from me. "Dylan is having a panic attack, and I can't calm her down."

Ah shit, that poor girl must be going through hell in her mind. Although my son was at the forefront of my mind, there truly wasn’t anything I could do for him at the minute, but Dylan, Dylan I may be able to help. I had only met her once, but I could tell what kind of person she was just from our very brief interaction. She was most likely blaming herself for everything and panicking to the brink of collapse thinking about what was about to transpire.

"Whatever you do, don't touch her. The last thing she'll want right now is you to surprise her... I'm literally a minute away." I had ran for six solid minutes before coming to the pack house. A lady waited outside the main doors for me, with a t-shirt dress in her hands, something quick and simple for me to throw over my head so that I wasn't scarring all the young wolves with my flabby belly rolls. I shifted and threw it over my head, allowing my bare feet to slap against the flooring of the entrance hall. "Where are you?"

"Supply closet, first floor.” I wasted zero time in finding my way there and threw open the door, finding Dylan hyperventilating hysterically while sat in a ball on the floor. She seemed different than the last time, and seeing her hair now a pure white color caused me to jolt back slightly in shock. I didn’t pay it much attention though, All that mattered was getting dylans head on the right track.