Chosen By The Moon



It made everything worse when the pain of rejection engulfed my chest at the feeling of her accepting a mates mark that wasn't my own. My wolf form, although exhausted, was teetering on the surface, in fact I would have allowed my animalistic self to completely take over, if it wasn't for my battered and beaten body.

"Dylan..." once again my whisper died in the open air before it even had the chance to be heard by my girl, who was currently in more turmoil than she had ever been. I watched on, helplessly as she cried when Josh finally allowed his fangs to leave her delicate skin, and threw his head back in euphoria while my girl simply frowned, gritting her teeth in agony.

Even from where I was, I could hear her teeth grinding against each other in an attempt to prevent another scream from escaping her lips. In the end, we were both powerless to stop her from being marked.

My eyes however went wide, when her hand quickly shot up with a loud grunt, hastily and effectively embedding a bladed weapon into Josh's throat. His grip loosened, and blood fell out of his own mouth as he wobbled before falling onto the ground below the pair.

I watched powerlessly still crawling closer and closer to them both as She climbed on top of him, quickly finishing her job at killing him. The scent of blood hung thickly in the air, and I continued to force my body to propel forward towards her.

My mate, my beautiful strong mate, suddenly collapsed to the floor herself. Her chest heavily rising and falling with her laboured breath. She was losing far too much blood, far too quickly.

"DYLAN... NO!" Finally, I made it over to my girl, whose body was shutting down steadily. Her head jolted as I gently pulled her on top of me, caressing her head and rocking her gently as I held her, completely ignoring my own body's termoil. "Dyaln, stay with me! Don't leave me! Please don't leave me." Her arm was hanging on by a thread of muscle, and the blood loss was becoming extremely concerning, so I allowed my hand to wrap firmly around her shoulder in an attempt to quell the bleeding. "HELP! SOMEONE!" My voice was desperate, but my shouts were muffled and quiet, which only frustrated me more.

My own tears streamed out of my eyes as I felt her pulse weaken. "You can't leave me Dyl, You don't get to leave me, not now, not after everything."

"Lewis..." Her whisper, shattered me,

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in the end her biggest fear came true and I couldn't stop it. "I love..." I didn't want to hear it. So I shook my head, attempting to stop her speech. "You..." Her cough was becoming thickeras my head shook more. Only her own head turned away from me, giving me a full view of that bastards painful mark. I growled lowly, not liking the sight of it one bit, and apparently I wasn't the only one who despised it. . "Please, Don't let... Don't let me die with this mark."

What?! I stopped breathing as I stared at the girl who was quickly loosing consciousness in my arms. I jolted her slightly as I spoke, however my words were met with nothing but silence.

"What?" I couldn't have heard her

right could I? She had said not to let her die with his mark, what could that mean? Did she want me to mark her over the top of his? And if I did that what would even happen? As far as I knew something like that had never been done before. I didn't know what the repercussion of my mark would be for her.

Forced markings resulted in death, while an accepted mark was forever. Not once had someone wanted another's to be displayed on their neck on top of one that was already cemented. Once your goddess given mate had marked you, it was iron clad.

"Dylan? What are you asking me?! Dylan..." Shit... she was dying in my arms. Don't let her die with his mark?! What was I supposed to do? Did the side effects even matter with her body being so damaged anyway? If I did in fact mark her, hopefully the goddess Luna can make it feel as good as a marking is supposed to.noveldrama

Shit, her heartbeat had ceased completely.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I mumbled out

my panic as quickly placed her down on the ground and began attempting chest compressions, not

truly knowing what I was doing

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"Dylan Dylan?! Damn it... Dyl? couldn't think about it at all, needed to do what she wished whether I

agreed to it or not. I would not let her die with that bastards mark. "Ok

Dylan. Ok."

I lifted her lifeless head ever so slightly and stared at Josh's mark for a few seconds before allowing my own fangs to protrude. I kissed her lips gently, then shuffled her around. "Dear Goddess." I whispered quietly, before letting my own teeth prate her skin.