Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 389

“Equality? You look like you’ve been puked on by a ghost. If you have really spoken to her, then it’s safe to assume that your change is down to her… Wait… Holy shit? Are you actually a Lycan now?” I could see how it may look like it, I truly couldn’t deny that my change was radical, not only was my hair a dead giveaway that something mystical had occurred, but my muscle and my knowledge was proof.

“No, I have just been gifted the knowledge of the wolf hunters. I can kill him now… Jack… I know I can kill him.” There was no hint of a lie in my words my honest option was that I could beat the king. Whether his death goes hand in hand with my own was another matter entirely.

“Ok, so what would you like from me?” The exact same thing that had always been planned.

“Our plan stays the same, it just needs to be brought forward slightly. You attack when we do.” He nodded his head, and hung up quickly most likely to begin preparations for his own attack on the oppressive Lycan forces.

I took a deep breath as soon as the rebel was gone from my screen. My chest still remained heavy, and my mind raced with endless possible outcomes from what was about to transpire.

“Are you ok?” Gilliards voice sounded out, his tone was soft, as I turned to meet his gaze while it remained directly on me.

“I am fine. We need to come up with a plan…” it was fairly obvious that we were about to throw ourselves into the lions den, with barely enough weapons that could actually make a difference to a Lycan. I grabbed the silver bulleted gun out of the draw in Gilliards desk, and holstered it in the waistband of my pants, before turning back to the alpha and his aunt. “Where’s Oliver?”