Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 7

Dylan POV.

I wandered the corridors straight to the lunch hall.

All the people I would normally hang out with we’re all mated so I grabbed my lunch quickly, and sat down at the end of the human table. Let me lay the lunch hall out for you.

On one side of the room you have two long rows of tables, with simple benches that make it look like prison, on the other side of the room you have multiple round tables with fancy chairs.  Yup you get it. The humans sit at the prison tables and the wolves and traitors sit on the fancy tables, they get fancy food, fancy drink and most importantly they get pudding. what I would give to have some pudding.

“Dylan can we just talk?” Nick quickly took the spot next to me as he set his lunch tray down. I looked at his food which had been placed on a ceramic, circular white plate. God that looked good. I sighed knowing he was going to talk anyway.

“Fine, you have two minutes.” I used my fork to take a bit of pasta off his plate and shoved it into my mouth. God that was good.

“After I left school, I was taken to the pack house with Arya, and I really got to know her. It took a few days for me to finally accept being with her, but ever since life has been ok, and the sex… well that’s a whole other story.” Eww, I didn’t need that mental image in my head.

“I’m glad your happy.” I stated before deciding I had no appetite. His face held shock before he sighed in relief.

“That means a lot Dylan, I mean you know that your opinion matters to me.” I cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I said I was glad your happy. I didn’t say I approved of what you’ve done. You’ve basically turned into one of THEM, I can’t ever forgive you for that.” He looked hurt, but I couldn’t care less about his feelings.

He placed his hand gently on my arm and went to open his mouth when a growl sounded out. All heads whipped to where it came from, Arya was stood holding a glass of soda and a plate, she was looking right at me and Nick and I would totally be dead if looks could kill. Nick quickly retracted his hand, his whole face fell and you could see sorrow flood his irises.

“You sit with me now, get away from that, that… scum!” Wow, Nick was such a lucky guy. NOT.

“You heard her. Get away from me, go sit with your new friends. I’m happy for you, and I understand where your coming from, but don’t come up to me again and pretend you didn’t betray your own kind. Don’t pretend you didn’t betray me.” I shoved a little bit of  food into my mouth before standing up and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table.

I was walking through the hallway to the classroom, you see I decided to spend lunch with Mr Foley in his room, when I happened to hear voices in the corridor.

“Is it wise for her to actually be present when the king arrives? Surely she could be placed in the dungeons, it might actually teach her some respect?” My principal was speaking to the alpha of our district, huh, if I stayed and listened do you think they’d notice, maybe they could smell me?!