Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 398

"I couldn't sleep." Was my short reply as I remained jotting down supplies and ideas that could be beneficial to the rebellion.

"Too busy spear heading the revolution?" I simply nodded my head at the alphas chuckled words. Gilliards sarcasm and glee went right over my head while I was in the thralls of my concentration.

"My mouth got carried away from me again last night. I'm so sorry." I knew exactly what I had done. I had produced the mother of all word vomit, and also sealed my fate.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? What you did yesterday was amazing. Don't apologize for that. Damn, I can't wrap my head around how it's taken you this long to rally the mob, it must have been really difficult for you to have kept your mouth shut all these years." He joked, with a hint of seriousness to his voice. Maybe it had taken me too long to take action.

"I guess it took losing Lewis for me to finally get my finger out." I gave a single halfhearted chuckle, before continuing to look over everything, while a long pause took over the room. Gilliard cleared his throat after several minutes and sat himself on one of the chairs in front of the desk.

“You know…” he began bringing my attention from my pen and paper to his truthful eyes. “I’ve never seen my cousin as happy as he has been the past few months, I never thought I would see the old Lewis creep back through after losing his first…” he cut himself off again mid sentence and cleared his throat again, as if attempting to cover up a mistake. “I… I just want you to know that he truly loves you, and I am so grateful that he found you.”