Chapter 135

Dylan POV

I couldn't stop smiling as I wandered back to Gilliards pack fiddling with the cellphone device that Dalton gave me. The moon was slowly ascending in the sky, it's shape very nearly resembling that of a perfect circle.

I was giddy knowing I could finally begin to contact another country in regards to the rebellion. I had been saying it for a while, that getting in touch with others would greatly benefit us, now we had the opportunity.

My brain was running rampant on the long walk back, maybe I should have asked if I could have stayed the night at Daltons pack, with the full moon so close to being present, the night air held an eerie feeling.

I hated full moons now. After loving astronomy for so long when I was a child, it felt like a kick in the teeth to admit that the night time gave me the creeps. Wolves were always at their strongest during a full moon, and so in the nights leading up to it, the air was often quiet and still. Causing more unease to flow through me.

I may have been having some regrets at telling the alpha I was ok to walk back alone. Even still, nothing could contain my excitement. If I could actually get in touch with the rebellion in Australia, then we could somewhat co-ordinate our attacks. The only reason they failed last time was because the king himself flew over to quell their fight, but if he was personally already occupied by the battle we were planning, then the Australians will have the opportunity to truly claim victory. It was a win win.

Another hour went by before I finally made it over the border to Gilliards district. I had my share of general looks of acknowledgment followed by a few nods to me out of respect, and a couple of murmurs of good evening, still, my legs radiated a dull throb from being over worked with all the walking, and my head was producing a muzzy ache from the stress of the day.

I wanted nothing more than curl up in Lewis’s bed and listen to him read. Which in hindsight sounds really childish and silly, but nothing else gave me the sense of calm I got from him doing that last time, although I wasn’t sure whether he was still mad at me after this morning.

I sighed heading towards the pack house and eventually through the doors. Both humans and lycans conversed and laughed in the hallways. Footsteps sounded from upstairs proving that it was as busy up there as it was down here. And yet, for some reason, I didn’t feel uncomfortable.

I wandered through the house absentmindedly until I came to the alphas office. My knuckles knocked lightly on the wooden door and my fingers clutched the handle upon hearing Gilliard tell me to enter.

“Oh, Dylan, you’re back. How’d it go with Alpha Dalton?” I shrugged my tired shoulders before placing the holographic phone on his desk.

“This can be used to contact the Australian rebellion. If you know anything about time zones, then let me know when it’s day time over there, and I’ll make the call.” He quietly eyed the gadget with intrigue and wonder swimming through his orbs before looking at me with a bewildered frown knitting at his features.

“How the fuck did you secure this?” I suddenly felt a yawn beginning to come over me and quickly began maki a strange face in order to hide my obvious tiredness, I’d walked a long way today.

“I just spoke with the alpha, he said his grandparents moved to Australia before the new word began, and that his grandfather knows the rebels leader.” Gilliards head shook rapidly in disbelief but a small smile was present meaning he wasn’t cross in any way.

“Dalton was holding out on me, the bastard.” He said before sliding the phone gadget into his desk draw. “Was anything else said?”

“He said I needed to bring it back in two weeks, told me to think of a plan for after the battle if we win.” I threw my head back and rubbed my eyes in exhaustion.

“Why would he ask you what the plan was for after the battle?” What was with the interrogation? If he was that interested then maybe he should go next time.

“He said once I’ve given my decision he’ll give me his.” Now I could see nothing but surprise and excitement. In the very short time I’ve know Gilliard, I could safely and accurately say that he wore his emotions on his face for everyone to see. The man was extremely easy to read.

“His decision for what?” He knew exactly what, he just wanted my big gob to specify his suspicions. It was definitely a turn in the right direction, so I did understand his excitement.

“For whether he and his pack will fight with us.” My quiet answer resulted in the alpha slamming his fist on the desk in pure glee.

“I knew it! You’re an absolute weapon miss Riley. Fucking legend.” His joy obviously couldn’t be contained as he rushed around his desk and scooped me into a large embrace. “That’s a whole other pack on our side. The more people we get, the more success is inevitable.”

I shook my head quickly at the alphas words and pushed him off my body, feeling a bit panicked all of a sudden. Gilliard was just excited. I knew that, but Alpha Daltons support wasn’t guaranteed.

“He hasn’t said he’ll join us yet!” I rushed out, feeling the words get caught in my throat ever so slightly.

“You’ve just said, he’ll make his decision when you’ve made yours.” I nodded my head and took a step back. “Just tell him our intentions, he’s only agreed to this in the first place because of you.”

“But I don’t know what I’m going to do after the kings been taken down.” Now the man stopped, he stared at me horrified by my confession. Why was it so difficult to comprehend that I just want a normal life?

“What do you mean? Of course you know what your going to do. You’re going to help oversee the new world that you created as queen.” I shook my head and stepped back again, getting closer to the door.

“After the kings gone, I’ll be free. I’ll need to look after Freddie, and adjust to a new life, I don’t want to be the queen.” Outrage, that’s what Gilliard was trying his absolute hardest to contain. He was visibly upset by my revelation, which made no sense because I was convinced I had made my stance on the matter known.

“Why go through all this then? People are following you! people believe in you! They are fighting because you’ve given them the strength to do so. How can you say you won’t take the throne?” He was wrong though, people didn’t believe in me at all, and they weren’t fighting for me, at least they shouldn’t be fighting for me. They should be fighting for what they believe is right. He looked as if he was about to begin completely reprimanding me, but instead he sighed, and turned his back on me. “We’ll discuss this when your less tired. You should go to bed. I’ll get Trina to show you to your new room.”

My new room?!

“You mean Lewis’s room?” He shook his head and made his way to sit behind his desk once more, the excitement had entirely worn off and only dull contemplation remained in its place.

“Lewis requested you to have your own room. I’ve made every effort to make it comfortable for you.” Lewis wanted me out of his room? Was that because of this morning? Had I truly stepped over a line when I touched him? I frowned deeply but nodded in acceptance, let’s face it, there wasn’t much else I could do.

Trina came quickly and began gushing to me about how well the border was doing and informed me that she thought the idea to close it was brilliant, all the while she escorted me to where I would now reside.

“Well, this is it. I hope you get some sleep.” She stated before going off to do some more unfinished pack business, leaving me in the confines of yet another unfamiliar room.

It was big, and had a seated windowsill. A large wardrobe for clothes that I didn’t own, and a private on suite bathroom to the right. It was a standard room, that normally would have no been more than enough, but it wasn’t. It made my skin crawl for some reason, and the feeling of pure loneliness shot through me.

I tossed and turned drastically in bed, my heart rate picking up whenever my sight caught onto the the pure white ceiling, which reminded me so much of the palace.

I sighed while looking at my hands in worry, the shake in them was becoming too noticeable for me to ignore now. I could feel my panic and anxiety radiating off of me ten fold and my breathing was becoming laboured as a result of this.

Just as I was about to go to the bathroom to try and regain my senses by splashing some cold water on my face a soft knock sounded on the door. My head shot to the oak panel and widened my eyes when it opened revealing a slightly disgruntled Lewis.

“Just breathe ok?” I didn’t even have to say anything to him for him to know what was happening to me. I was fighting my panic attack so much before that I hadn’t at all noticed how bad my breathing truly was until I saw him stood in the doorway.

Tears pricked at my eyes as I remained sat in the unfamiliar bed, but the room suddenly felt so much more comfortable at his presence alone.

“Hold me!” I demanded as one of my eyes betrayed me and a single tear trickled out. It was in record speed that the man reached me and pulled my into his chest. My arms wrapped around him effortlessly and my ear pressed firmly against his own racing heart, which allowed me to try and force my body to match his own breathing.

“Why didn’t you send for me?” He asked which in turn simply made me angry. He hadn’t seen or heard from me all day, and he’s the one that kicked me out this morning, not the other way around.

“Why did you kick me out?” He went quiet suddenly and looked at me with a surprised expression. All of a sudden my breathing regulated, and my temper won over. The man couldn’t for the life of him decide where his feelings lay. “Have I done something? Was it because of this morning? Because I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, no. You haven’t done anything. It’s me, it’s just too difficult for me to be in the same room as you.” Now it was my turn to looked shocked. I thought he liked me, why wouldn’t he want to stay with me?

“What do you mean? I thought you liked me? You said…” He cut me off, and raked his hands through his hair in exasperation.

“I love you, and I am trying my hardest to show you that, but when I’m with you, I have urges that I’m finding really hard to control… Urges that you’re not ready for.” What?! Oh… he wanted to…

“How do you know?” He was shocked, he’ll, I think I even shocked myself with my questioning.

“What?!” Look, Dylan, what I want to do, it isn’t something that…”

“How do you know I’m not ready for things to go further when you barely even touch me?!”

“Dylan... I..."

“For fucks sake Lewis… touch me!.. Please.”