Chosen By The Moon



"I couldn't sleep." Was my short reply as I remained jotting down supplies and ideas that could be beneficial to the rebellion.

"Too busy spear heading the revolution?" I simply nodded my head at the alphas chuckled words. Gilliards sarcasm and glee went right over my head while I was in the thralls of my concentration.

"My mouth got carried away from me again last night. I'm so sorry." I knew exactly what I had done. I had produced the mother of all word vomit, and also sealed my fate.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? What you did yesterday was amazing. Don't apologize for that. Damn, I can't wrap my head around how it's taken you this long to rally the mob, it must have been really difficult for you to have kept your mouth shut all these years." He joked, with a hint of seriousness to his voice. Maybe it had taken me too long to take action.

"I guess it took losing Lewis for me to finally get my finger out." I gave a single halfhearted chuckle, before continuing to look over everything, while a long pause took over the room. Gilliard cleared his throat after several minutes and sat himself on one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"You know..." he began bringing my attention from my pen and paper to his truthful eyes. "I've never seen my cousin as happy as he has been the past few months, I never thought I would see the old Lewis creep back through after losing his first..." he cut himself off again mid sentence and cleared his throat again, as if attempting to cover up a mistake. “I....... I just want you to know that he truly loves you, and I am so grateful that he found you."

Another pause of silence took over the room, but it was my turn to break it, a small smile formed on my face as I stared at my friend.

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back from hell..." I admitted the

words rolling out of my mouth easier than ever thought they would. "He didn't find me... He saved me." My eyes began to fill up on their own and that in turn made Gilliards widen in shock. "I was... ready to die. I didn't fear it because my life was much worse than anything death could bring... Even now, it doesn't frighten me... but I really want to live, as long as I have him."

"Dylan... I..." It was a small knock that broke me and Gilliard out of our moment. I quickly and roughly wiped the single tear that escaped me, and frowned, attempting to reign my sudden bust of emotion in. "We WILL save him..." Gills head nodded and his hand gently rested on the back of my own. "You have my word..." He then fixed himself, before turning his attention to the door. "Come in." Gilliard ordered while my sight reverted back to the list in front of me as it rested on the alphas desk, to my surprise, both Vee and Oliver walked into the office, bringing forth a very small growl from

Gilliards chest.

"Vee..." I spoke, glancing ever so slightly at the couple that had just entered. Even I had to admit, she had some gall bringing Oliver with her to Gilliards office. "I didn't know you were bringing Oliver."

"Oh... he could wait outside if you'd

could wa

like." I simply shook my head at her sentence, knew how much she liked him, and they were officially mated now. It would be extremely difficult for them to be away from each other.

"It's fine. I only want to ask you a question." I finally dragged my sight away from the paper that had previously held my attention. "Vee, how would you feel about using the safe haven, as a hospital for our wounded?"

We needed somewhere that was both safe and secure, somewhere that could house the injured when they are desperate for medical aid, and there will be plenty of fighters that will need help.