Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 440

Lewis POV

A jolt shot through my entire body as I held my girl. Her skin created the small sparks that we had both become accustomed to, only in that moment, as my teeth sunk further into her flesh they became stronger and even more euphoric.

I obviously couldn't bask in it the way most lycans could, Dylan smiled ever so slightly as I held her closer and tighter to my body. A strangled noise came out of her lips, but the small smile on her lips told me that she was attempting to talk, and that she wasn't hurting any more than she was previously.

My mark didn't affect her negatively.

"Shh, you're alright, you're going to be just fine." She wasn't, I think even she knew she wasn't ok, but still all my hope went to the moon goddess. "Oh Goddess... please no... Dylan stay with me ok, help is coming." Dylan's body was getting weaker and weaker as we lay there. Her breath stilled and her blood loss was far too great.

"Holy shit!" I heard the voice of Oliver from behind me and looked to see him hobbling over to the three of us as naked as I was, and almost just as bloody. However he wasn't nearly as injured as me. His sight was firmly on the Josh's body, who lay, nearly headless, next to where I held my mate. The kings neck had a gash the size of Niagara Falls, and even still, his blood poured out of it, creating an extremely large puddle on the grass under his corpse.

"Help me... please. I... I can't lose her. Oliver... HELP ME!" He looked at the girl lying in my arms lifeless and frowned in sympathy. My mate, my beautiful chosen mate was gone.

"Lewis, she's already..." I shook my head, allowing tears to freely fall down my face as I rocked her in my own bruised and beaten body. She wasn't dead, she couldn't be.

"No... she's not, she's not..." I dropped her to the floor again and continued to pump her chest with my hands. It was no use, she needed Vee. "Help me... Please..."