Chapter 100

Lewis POV
The more I witnessed other people learning things about Dylan, the more baffled I was by their reaction. To everyone else she seemed to be coping well, so when they find out just how much she endured, it always caused shock to take over their features.

She looked exhausted yesterday, and she seemed so frail it almost broke me, but everything had been so constant with her, that she barely had any time to relax, I admit I was starting to question wether she actually let herself have adequate rest. It just seemed like, as soon as one problem had been solved or dealt with... another one would jump back into its place. So her internal anguish was completely expected, other people however, always seem so shocked when they discover something knew about her time with Josh. I personally just wished I could help her.

"This much head trauma, well, it's an uncommon occurrence, most people who are bought in here with this amount of extensive scarring are already passed." I couldn't believe what I was hearing... so was he saying that Dylan should have been dead already? I guess my girl had even more questions than what I did. She look completely bewildered.

"Hang on a second. So you are trying to tell me that I should be... what? Dead?!" The doctor simply nodded at her words and swallowed thickly before bowing really really low to her. There were already rumors swirling around about Dylan being blessed by the moon goddess, if it got out that she her injuries were so extensive that she should be brain dead and yet she was in fact absolutely fine, it would cause even more talk. V already didn't like the idea of Dylan being here. She really did admire her a lot but I think she was just worried about this place, she has done everything she could to keep it secret and thriving. Dylan had actual ideas of rebellion, V just wanted guaranteed safety. However Dylan, well she knows the way of the world, she knows that complete safety is not possible.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, your grace. You should be dead... or at the very least, you should have some brain damage." I watched as Dylan's face once again took on a deep frown, and felt my heart contract at how much she constantly goes through. The poor girl needed a break. She had gone from fearing pregnancy to having injuries related to brain damage, her mental capacity was completely beyond her years to be able to deal with everything so well. Still I was extremely concerned with just how much more she could take.

"So how am I still alive then?"

"Honestly, I can't really give you many answers. You haven't been marked, which means you don't share our healing abilities, so that's ruled out. From what I can see on your scan, the injuries to your head never received proper care or treatment. The damage indicates complete negligence and self healing, honestly, it's quite remarkable really. If I didn't know any better I'd probably assume you yourself were a lycan." The doctor chuckled awkwardly as he looked at my girls face. She didn't care much for his playful yet completely outrageous remark. You could clearly see that Doctor Bennet had complete wonder and fascination written all over his features as he looked at Dylan. He too was questioning wether the rumors were true about her. You could see it clear as crystal in his curios eyes.

Don't get me wrong, I understood his thought process completely. Not only had she healed shockingly well for someone who was human, but the amount of abuse she had taken without it having long term physical damage was commendable.

I admit myself that she fascinates me too. The way her mind worked was captivating, lycan or not, she was the strongest person I'd ever known, there really was no disputing that. Every single time she did something to oppose my kind she did so with a certain level of determination and fearlessness that drives me to follow her, and I wasn't alone. She doesn't fight just for herself, but for everybody she felt deserved it, she truly was a natural born leader.

"Anyway..." The doctor coughed and quickly began to flick through his notes on her once again. "As you are basically fully healed, there isn't much I can assist with physically." He quickly began to scribble in his notes before looking at Dylan once again. "I can prescribe you some vitamins to take daily, which will hopefully help to regulate your needs slightly, and I'm going to give you some sleeping pills, I suggest you take one tonight, you seem exhausted so use them to help you get a good nights sleep."

"So, can I go now then?" The doctor nodded and sighed as she stood up off the bed.

"Your grace..." Doctor Bennet suddenly took on a very serious tone as he looked at my girl. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you that your blood sugar is extremely low… you need to get some proper nutrients in your system, please don't forget to eat." He was right. She'd been here for three days now and was looking even more pale than she did before. "Take care of yourself."

The doctor handed her the pills he suggested before we both left. It was a relief to know she wasn't pregnant, that would have destroyed her more than words could say. However, the scan results were weighing on me profusely. I couldn't believe how she still managed to even function with information like that. She really must have been favored by the moon goddess, otherwise how had she healed so well.

"Are you ok?" I didn't know what else to ask her. She wasn't ok, I knew that, I wasn’t sure she ever would be, I shouldn’t have even asked her that because I knew exactly what she would say, so instead of hearing her typical response yet again and getting frustrated by it, I asked her a different question. "Look... I've been thinking, and please Don't kill me for suggesting this... but have you ever thought about praying?"

Her face screamed confusion as she looked at me, eyes swimming with nothing but curiosity.
“I can’t say I’m a particularly religious person.” The only thing was, I wasn’t talking about praying to her God.

“No… I mean… maybe you should pay your respects to the moon goddess. She’s obviously watching over you for some reas…” I was cut off by my girl, disgust crashing over her face at the mere thought of worshiping a lycan benevolent.

“I don’t believe in the moon goddess, and if I did then I certainly wouldn’t be sending her my respect.” Her words spewed from her lips hitting me like poison. To blatantly disrespect the goddess Luna the way she did, hurt me much more than I ever thought.

If there is only one thing that every lycan has in common, it is our regards for the mood goddess. We may have varied views of the new world and how it is run, we may differ in our opinions on how the humans are treated, but our goddess will always be the very force that unites our kind. So hearing my soulmate speak her sacrilegious views on our creator hit me more than words could express.

“She chose you for a reason, Dyl. Wether you believe in her or not, the truth of the matter is that every single wolf worships her. You will always be queen, regardless of what you decide or how you were treated.” Even now, she still refuses to acknowledge the truth, and that was that she was destined to rule. “Our celestial chose you, among trillions of people in the world, she singled you out. Some lycans may not like that choice and some may wrongly agree with Josh’s treatment of you, but you are still, and always will be our goddess given queen. No one can deny you that position.”

“I can deny it… I can shout it until I’m blue in the face. I do not want to be a leader. I want a quiet life. I don’t want pain, I don’t want stress, and I certainly can’t count on Lycans to help me in anyway.” Wow… had I not been helpful enough to her? Was she not grateful that I put my entire life on the line for her and her ideals?

“That’s a pretty cheap statement considering you have some with you right now, who’s willing to walk through hell on earth to aid you.” I wasn’t expecting her to jump into me with open arms, but I did want a little bit of appreciation. After all I turned my back on someone I once called a friend, that wasn’t so much to do with her though, I had been disagreeing with his tyranny long before I even met Dylan.

“No…” she was quick to defend her comment though, and in true fashion she looked down at the floor, nervous for her words. When in reality they made my own face heat up and a genuinely flattered chuckle escape my lips. “You’re not a lycan… no wait, you are a lycan but your not like them… what I mean to say is…” I secretly loved it when she got a bit flustered around me, it meant she held some sort of affection for me, even if it wasn’t in the way I wanted her to, I knew we couldn’t actually be together, she would never allow it, so I’d be happy for her to simply think of me as a friend.

“You’re just Lewis…” She eventually said after her long pause trying to get her words to form a coherent sentence. “I don’t think of you as a narcissistic mutt or a power hungry wolf… I see you as you are.” Had she truly looked past the fact that I was a wolf? Her hatred for my kind used to be aimed at every Lycan alive, but now, the way she was looking at me and talking to me, if I wasn’t imagining it I’d say she liked me…

“And how exactly am I?” I stepped towards her as she stopped in her tracks, her frail frame turned to me head on and her dull eyes met mine, I watched a small spark of something flash over her orbs and smiled as it was a vast change from her otherwise emotionless stare.

“You are you… you’re kind yet decisive, you are a Lycan but you don’t push that fact in others faces. You believe in equality and are willing to fight for it. You’re the only one who was willing to stand up to king josh when it came to me, and you’re here, helping me through whatever problems may arise.” My cheeks heated up even more and my body stepped closer to my girl. She held me in such high regards that I was momentarily taken over by my need to hold her. “You’re just Lewis.” She stated softly.

It was a bland final statement, and it usually meant you yourself were nothing special, but the way she spoke, the way she stepped closer to me, and the way her eyes lit up slightly every time she said my name, caused my heart to beat rapidly in my chest.

Being just Lewis was boring, and yet, being just Lewis to her meant more than anything ever should have. If I were to die right in that second I would have been so glad to have been just her Lewis.

If I could keep her thinking like that then maybe I actually had a shot with her. I’d never rush her, not after everything, but maybe, just maybe I could be her Lewis, forever.

That alone would make me happier than ever.