Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 420

My arms jolted in the restraints in an attempt to save myself as Warren charged at me, only he never actually made contact with my body...

Oliver's large wolf form towered over my bound body in a protective stance, only to be knocked over by a now fully shifted Warren. They instantly began tearing at each other while I continued to try and free myself.

Gun shots also quickly began to sound out and the loud noises of the kings men shifting filled the area before lycans and humans from both sides began to leap into the throes of battle.

I heard some groans and cries, and I saw body's flying through the air, blood splattered to the floor and hundreds of gun shots sounded out all the while I was absolutely powerless to do anything while my hands were still bound. I fought, and pulled at the chains that held my limbs, but to no avail. My movements simply caused pain to shoot through my skin.

"Lewis?!" I heard and my head shot over to that of Dylan's friend Ryan Clarke. In his hands rested a gun, and in a holster on his waist lay a large knife. He ran over to me quickly, dodging thrown bodies, and bullets as he went before settling down next to my beaten-bound form. He quickly began to fiddle with the silver restraints, only to let out a large sigh. “Shit, we’re going to need Alan.” I sighed with the man I disliked and nodded my head, knowing Alan was the best option to pick the locks.