Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 409

Dylan POV.

The full moon had slowly began to rise in the not yet dark sky, and with it my nerves began to shoot through me. This was it, the battle that had been at the forefront of my mind for months was finally looming, and would begin very soon. The trigger would either be Lewis’s rescue, or it would be his death, I was praying to whatever higher power would listen that it was the former.

I slid on the armor that belonged to the man I loved, effortlessly. It was obviously bigger than mine was, and so I had cut the sleeves and the legs slightly in order for them not to be trailing on the floor. To combat the baggyness of it, I placed a belt tightly around my middle, making sure it had a holster for me to put my gun in safely.

I then began loading myself up.

I had two holsters also firmly attached to my thighs, one for my dagger and one for a spare firearm with a pouch full of extra bullets. On my feet I tightly fastened my already broken in steel toed boots, before fiddling with my new ghostly hair. I couldn't exactly leave it down and loose for the fight ahead of me, hell, I guess even tying it in a ponytail would be bothersome as the loose locks would inevitably slap my face and create distractions. No, I needed it braiding, so that it would be completely tucked away and out of my field of vision... the only issue I had, was that I had no clue how to do a braid.

My mother used to braid my hair all the time when I was younger. My father would sit opposite me, making silly faces and getting me to move as much as possible in order to frustrate her. I smiled slightly at the thought of my parents as I looked in the mirror while contemplating what to do.