Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 397

Dylan POV

I was tired, unbelievably tired.

For the first time in months my sleep was plagued by nightmares. Nightmares of the king, the moon goddess, Lewis, and the upcoming battle. It was all just coming at me so so quickly, and I felt like I hadn't even had time to breathe before this was all sprung on me.

The bed that belonged to Lewis smelt of him but did nothing to warm me up or comfort me in any way. The sheets on his side of our bed were cold, and empty, and his presence was missed more than my words could ever express. I wasn't sure when I had become so reliant on him to ease my mind, but now that he was gone, I was both restless and lost.

After about an hour of actual sleep, and two hours of tossing and turning in bed, I gave up, and ended up going to the alphas office to go over everything. People were still partying, the music was loud and booming through the house, and drinks were still flowing as if it had only been a few minutes. Not that it bothered me at all.

I was glad that everyone else was having fun. It was always a good idea to let your hair down every once in a while, if your mind would let you that is, my mind was far too active for me to do anything other than plan... even if I was doing so silently and unsuccessfully.

I simply stood, looking at the long list of names that were fighting along side us, and glanced at their species which was written next to the persons name. It was a list that I had never seen before, but it was extremely useful. Looking at it, we only hand a handful more humans than wolves.

Those numbers were critical in this fight against human oppressors. The more lycans we had the better our odds were at taking back the world, and having the majority of subjects support it.