Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 391

Dylan POV

Sick… I felt sick to my stomach as I watched that smug bastard condemn Lewis to an early grave. A public execution hadn’t been done in a long time, and for the first one in months to be a Lycan was huge news. Camera flashes went off in the kings smirking mug of a face, and with it my anger grew ten fold.

Like fuck! I wasn’t going to stand by and let another person that I love die at the hands of my abuser. Not a chance in hell.

My sight wandered around the hundreds of people watching on, and noticed a few of them held holographic devices, talking to their long distant family members about the incident that had transpired.

Allowing my anger to consume me, and without thinking, while my eyes once again settled and focused glaringly on King Josh’s face, I grabbed the gun out of my waist band and aimed it at the tv.