Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 388

Dylan POV

I'll be the first to admit that seeing Oliver stood so out of breath and delivering the news about Lewis's fate, caused my breath to hitch and my heart to race, I felt my chest clench as my hands begun to tremble. The moment I felt my quicken was the moment I knew I had to get out of there. I didn't think twice about fleeing and I certainly didn't wait to hear the rest of the information from the current royal beta.

I simply ran up a flight of steps and stopped in my tracks as realization crashed over me like a tidal wave, I was having a panic attack.

Obviously I had experienced them before, but it had been so long since the last one, that it honestly caught me off guard.

I hadn't even told anyone where I was going, I just knew I needed space away from prying eyes, and so I opened the first door that I saw and slammed it shut, settling on the floor of the supply closet trying to catch the breath that was being kept from me by my own brain.

Gilliard found me first, then bought his aunt in to help, she put things into perspective. She made me realize what King Josh's actions actually meant for the rebellion and how I had to pull myself together for what was about to transpire.

With Lewis's capture a wave of uncertainty and haste washed over me, and Ygritte was right, I had to focus on what I could do in that specific moment.

The other countries needed to know what was going on.