Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 393

Had I been kicking everyone in the face by denying the fact that my fate was to rule?

I nodded my head at the alpha again, acknowledging his own words for once, and then glanced at the ale in my hand. I had only taken a single sip out of it, as I wasn’t a huge fan of the taste, however everyone in the building was now in the thralls of a celebration, a final farewell to many, as by this time next week, most of the people I was looking at, would have fallen, most likely myself included.

I didn’t think about it too much as I threw my head back, gulping down the entirety of the bitter drink and then realizing it wasn’t actually that bad. I looked back at the alpha who raised his eyebrows at my sudden action, smirked with an impressed nod.

“We should play some music. I think tonight is going to quickly turn into a…” I shouted ever so slightly over the many voices who were all conversing in merry chat and cheers. However my sentence was cut short, as a voice belonging to the one and only Ryan Clarke over powered everyone else in the room.

“PARTY!” Laughter took over before the sound system blasted out a song. I looked at the alpha and chuckled as we both stepped down off the table only to be rushed by people all wanting to pat my back and congratulate me on my actions.

I politely thanked each and every person that spoke to me, while I fought with subtlety to exit the room and get away from everyone, the destroyed tv long forgotten.

I still needed to get Oliver out of the dungeon, and I had to come up with an actual plan of approach, I may have had one beer, but I couldn’t let myself get drunk, not now. Not with Lewis actually needing my help for once.