Chosen By The Moon

She truly was completely warped, although I could see where she was coming from, I really could, but people were suffering on the daily and she was here eating and wearing whatever she wanted, not a single scar in sight. I was jealous of her in some regard, even so if the roles were reversed I think I would still naturally want to help in anyway I could. I walked away shaking my head in anger.

Just as I began to silently rehearse the speech I would give to the alpha, a group of lycans came running out from the forest area, most of the men were shirtless and the women wore simple spots bras. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lycans couldn't shift in the confines of the rebellions base, simply because wolfsbane is what concealed it, so in order to shift and let their wolf forms out, they had to leave the borders. It wasn't really that big of an issue for them though.

Within the group of lycans was Lewis, his shirt too was missing and his entire torso remained on show. His eyes slowly met mine and a bright smile took over his features making him look spectacular under the shine of the warm sun.

He didn’t waste a beat in saying his goodbyes to the rest of the lycans, and jogging up to where I was stood. Sweat slightly dripped off of his eight pack, and the muscles on his upper arms seemed to cause a lump to form in my throat, as I fought the urge to run my palms over them. I felt a small wetness begin to form in my pants as I looked at him with a slight frown.

“Are you ok, Dyl?” No was certainly not ok? I was turned on, and I knew for a fact that if I didn’t control my urges then he would begin to smell my arousal.

“I’m fine…” I peeled my eyes away from his sculpted torso and forced them to meet his eyes, which glistened smugly, clearly he had caught me perving on him. “I’ve just come from an argument with V.” I admitted as I allowed my sight to remain on his beautiful orbs. “Have You been for a run?”

“What we’re you arguing about this time?” I playfully punched his muscular arm and smiled slightly at his equally playful hurt expression.

“You make it sound like it’s a regular thing.” He simply chuckled and leaned in towards me slightly.

“It kind of is.” He grinned while I simply glanced at his mouth. God, our lips were centimeters away from each other our breaths intertwined, causing a whole new form of heat to rise inside me. “You smell different today…” I heard him mumble slightly as he leaned even closer which caused my eyes to widen a fraction. “You should have told me.” He spoke before finally backing away from my body.

His once cheeky, expression changed drastically as hurt took over his features. His eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly before a sympathetic smile became directed at me.

“Happy Birthday, Dylan!”

How in Gods name did he work that one out?