Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 392

“The scars that we all bare will never heal… our loved ones, that were taken too soon by the lunacy of a tyrant lycans rule, will never return to us… but every wound we endured, both physical and mental, can and will be avenged…” I heard a chorus of cheers until the entire room erupted in howls and shouts of agreement. I waited patiently for the noise to die down, almost shedding tears at how supportive the rebellion was being, however I held it together, I knew I now had to be the strength the rebellion needed to not only battle, but to win. I had to embrace how Freddie saw me… I had to be a superhero. “Now is the time to hold your loved ones tight, now is the time to remind yourselves the reason you are fighting, because we will have made our views and reasons known, we will have shouted them so loud that even the benevolent goddess Luna cannot deny our prowess…”

Again shouts and loud hollers were thundering through he house, and I felt the need for success flood through every single person in the building.

A pint of ale, was held up to me by the alpha himself, a smug smile on his face as he held his own, I noticed how people began to pass glasses and bottles of celebration out to everyone who wanted one. I took Gilliards offer in my hand and watched him nod, holding his own glass up slightly, hinting at me to copy his movements and lead everyone in a pre war celebration. I nodded my thanks, looking the alpha in the eye, before scanning my eyes back across the many heads in the room.

I stomped my foot on the solid oak table below me, loudly, creating a deafening quiet. I gulped, realizing exactly what I was doing and how effective my words actually were.

For once in my entire life I realized how dangerous of a person I actually was, and why the king and his family were so frightened of me and my attitude, because in the end, it would indeed be their undoing.

I paused, swallowing thickly as I thought about how I could wrap up my encouragement, and then it hit me. I put more emphasis on my words, mocking the way the king would speak about us. King Josh had severely underestimated our power, he had seriously underestimated me!