Chosen Novel

Dylan's POV

I was more than ready for this fight that was about to be raging in front of me, I just prayed to whatever higher power was listening that my comrades were equally so.

As soon as my confession left my lips, I saw the king's eyes blaze with a fury that even I had never witnessed before. He looked absolutely crazed as he ordered anyone present to kill Lewis, who was unjustifiably still shackled to the makeshift stage.

I didn't have to act too hastily, however, as I watched Oliver immediately jump to his old friends aid. While I knew that, I had to get the king out of the way long enough for someone to use their initiative and actually free Lewis from his restraints rather than just keep the royal fighters off of him, so naturally and without a single thought in my head, I charged at king Josh, throwing my entire body into his unsuspecting one and tackling him directly off the stage.

I shouted as my body crashed onto the man who had taken everything from me. Even in the situation that I was in, the sheer sight of him made my skin crawl.

After a second of staring him in the eyes, for the first time in months, i felt him deliver a single punch to my jaw line and could taste my mouth fill up with blood from the blow. I tumbled off the top of him and onto the floor below from the impact and blinked rapidly trying to come back to my senses.

The sheer power behind the punch made me see stars and it was that moment that I realized he had in fact always gone easy on me. Every hit, or punch the king had ever delivered must have been done so with a certain amount of restraint, and that thought alone terrified me to no end.

"All this is pointless, in the end you're going to be mine... You should know by now, that I am a man who always gets what he wants..." the king taunted as I got tackled to the ground in a display of instant karma, only this time it was by one of his men.

I went down with a thud, feeling my my elbow scrape on the floor and mentally thanking the person who made my current armor. I felt a set of teeth quickly embed themselves into the protection on my calf and my nails dug into the ground as my body was pulled back towards the smug king. The tips of my fingers began to bleed from the friction the floor had caused, but I was too busy trying to kick the grown lycan off of me than to realize.

As selfish as it sounds, I'm also ashamed to admit that Lewis's predicament was an after thought as my mind was consumed with a single thing... escape.

"Argh..." I rolled on the ground and kicked the man in the face as hard as I could before attempting to scramble away, only to be caught and pulled down to the floor once again. "Get off of me, you Son of bitch." I grabbed a rock from the floor and swung it at the guys head, as soon as it made contact, the wolf released my limb, not before

scraping his nails down the length of my calf, nicking the seem of the fabric connecting my armor together, and I felt my skin tear

along with it, forcing me to let out a small grunt at the sensation, far too consumed with adrenaline to do much else.

I kicked the lycan again and got to my feet preparing to run away, My head darted around attempting to find some thing that would give me an advantage against these mutts. But What could I do?! I couldn't just run away, not now, I wasn't a Lycan, I was just me, So how in gods name was I supposed to fight these once mythical creatures?