Chosen By The Moon

CHAPTER 5

Dylan POV.

“Ouch, not so hard.” I seethed as the school nurse cleaned my new wound with antiseptic.

“If you had of just kept your mouth shut, this wouldn’t have happened.” I turned to my right looking out the window at the few clouds that were floating in the blue sky.

“Like I said, I’m proud to be human, and now everyone knows what I am.” I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm.

It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding.

“You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that’s all I ask.” Our school nurse is a wolf, she’s one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen.

“All I’ve done is stay out of trouble, but you are just going to humiliate me anyway, so what’s the actual point?”

“The pack were discussing a public execution, Dylan. You need to walk on egg shells from now on, not just for you but for your family as well.” No ones been publicly executed in over 4 months, I’m flattered they’re considering it. They only execute people who they believe are the biggest problems to society.

“Well then… I’m flattered.” I chuckled, before looking at the patch job. ‘Huh, not too shabby.’ I quickly stood up from the human nursing station and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down covering the evidence of ever being hurt.

“This is serious!” I just gave her a blank look before leaving the room. On the way out I heard her call back to me. “Please just think about it.” I gave a clipped nod as I walked away wondering how I’m going to tell my mom about this.

Later in the evening…

“Dilly why you say that?” Freddie looked up at me with a mouth full of bread. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Don’t speak with your mouthful!” My mom scolded him as a bashful blush made its way to his cheeks.

“Sowwy mommy.” His reply was muffled as he swallowed the last chunk of food.

“I said it Freddie, because it’s the truth. The wolf race are a fucking pathetic excuse for…” my mom cut me off with an extremely stern look.

“Dylan! They have ears everywhere, one more word out of you and it’s your room.” I scowled, my hatred for the Lycan kind growing stronger as each day passes.

“What more can they do to me, lash me? Beat me? Brand me? They’ve ran out of fucking options.” I stated slamming my hands down, then severely regretting it as sharp pain shot though my wound.

“What was that?” My head shot to regard my mothers worried expression. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were dull and judging as she looked at me.

“Nothing, it was nothing.” I quickly took my plate in my hand and began to walk to the kitchen. “I’m not really hungry, and I have homework to do!” My mom caught hold of my forearm causing me to drop my plate suddenly, I watched it slowly fall before shattering on the floor.

I retracted my arm quickly and turned to Freddie. “Stay there and don’t move until it’s cleaned up ok sport?” He just nodded with wide eyes, I turned back to my mom and noticed her curious stare on

my arm. Her grip shifted to the other side as she turned it around before pulling my sleeve up. The bandage was showing and a bit of blood was seeping though after the wound had been disturbed.

“What the hell happened?” My moms eyes widened as she began to fumble with the bandage. Before she could unravel any of it I snatched my arm away.

“I had an accident at school. No big.” I began to gather the large pieces of the broken plate up ready to put them in the bin.

“What did you do Dylan?” She looked at me with pure worry and only then did I realize what the wound must look like to someone who didn’t know.

“For fucks sake! I didn’t do it to myself! I got publicly punished at the assembly alright? It’s no big deal.” Her face dropped instantly and she stepped towards me, causing me to step backwards. “Mom, I’m ok. So back off will you.”

“What did you do? I’ve never known them to cut someone’s arm as a punishment.” Her shock and accusation was evident in her voice and I sighed heavily.

“I spoke against the alphas son.” I may have hit him too, but I wasn’t going to divulge that part to her. “It’s not one big cut, mom, it’s a brand, ‘human scum’ carved onto my arm.”

“They’ve branded you now too?!” My eyes rolled at her hurt tone as I went to get the dustpan and brush. “You’re so much like your father.” A sigh left her mouth as she spoke, running a hand through her hair, while I quickly swept up the little pieces of the broken plate. “You’ve had a new uniform delivered. It’s laid out on your bed. Dylan, Please just try and stay respectful in the future, I don’t want my daughter to be completely mutilated. Although you’re not far off.”

“Gee, Thanks.” I then walked over to my little brother Freddy before blowing a kiss into his neck and hearing him giggle. “So sport, how’s school going?”

“It’s ok.” He shrugged before going back to coloring a dinosaur picture in.

“Well that’s good, stay out of trouble, ok little man?” Heading upstairs and into my room, my thoughts wandered to the permanent graffiti scar very slowly healing on my arm. Disgusting beasts. Think they own the world because they’re faster, stronger and can shift. Pah. If you ask me they are not all that.

The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn’t the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They’ve done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than ‘human s***m’.