Chosen By The Moon



"The scars that we all bare will never heal... our loved ones, that were taken too soon by the lunacy of a tyrant lycans rule, will never return to us... but every wound we endured, both physical and mental, can and will be avenged..." I heard a chorus of cheers until the entire room erupted in howls and shouts of agreement. I waited patiently for the noise to die down, almost shedding tears at how supportive the rebellion was being, however I held it together, I knew I now had to be the strength the rebellion needed to not only battle, but to win. I had to embrace how Freddie saw me... I had to be a superhero. "Now is the time to hold your loved ones tight, now is the time to remind yourselves the reason you are fighting, because we will have made our views and reasons known, we will have shouted them so loud that even the benevolent goddess Luna cannot deny our prowess..." Again shouts and loud hollers were thundering through he house, and I felt the need for success flood through every single person in the building. A pint of ale, was held up to me by the alpha himself, a smug smile on his face as he held his own, I noticed how people began to pass glasses and bottles of celebration out to everyone who wanted one. I took Gilliards offer in my hand and watched him nod, holding his own glass up slightly, hinting at me to copy his movements and lead everyone in a pre war celebration. I nodded my thanks, looking the alpha in the eye, before scanning my eyes back across the many heads in the room.

I stomped my foot on the solid oak table below me, loudly, creating a deafening quiet. I gulped, realizing exactly what I was doing and how effective my words actually were.

For once in my entire life I realized how dangerous of a person I actually was, and why the king and his family were so frightened of me and my attitude, because in the end, it would indeed be their undoing.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I paused, swallowing thickly as I thought about how I could wrap up my encouragement, and then it hit me. I put more emphasis on my words, mocking the way the king would speak about us. King Josh had severely underestimated our power, he had seriously underestimated me!

"Tonight... our 'Little Rebellion' will transform into a REVOLUTION!"

An uproar of stomps and claps sounded, cheers and whistles, screams and shouts thundered through the building as I lifted my glass up high, and bought it back down to my mouth, the bitter substance taking me by surprise as I took a sip, noticing the audience of enthralled fighters following my lead, copying me and taking swigs of their own drinks.

Gilliard quickly finished his pint, in record time I might add, and jumped onto the table next to me. He placed his large hand over my shoulder, and threw his glass down to the floor hard, causing it to smash on the floor with a shatter.

"Now we celebrate!.. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" His simple sentence had created a loud continuous chant, and I cringed while my sight moved to that of Ygritte, Elias and Luna Trina, who were also chanting along with the rest of the pack all three of them looking me in the eye with a proud glint.

“You didn't have to say that..." I mumbled to Gilliard who's arm gently wrapped around my back and rested his hand comfortably on my opposite shoulder.

“Of course I did... look around Dylan, look how much camaraderie you just created with a single speech.

You are our.queen, Dylan, not

only

chosen by the moon goddess, you've been chosen by us too. Humans and lycans are about to follow you to their deaths because they believe in you and what you are fighting for. Don't diminish their view of you by denying what you truly are to them." Was he right?