Chapter 174

Dylan POV

Sick… I felt sick to my stomach as I watched that smug bastard condemn Lewis to an early grave. A public execution hadn’t been done in a long time, and for the first one in months to be a Lycan was huge news. Camera flashes went off in the kings smirking mug of a face, and with it my anger grew ten fold.

Like fuck! I wasn’t going to stand by and let another person that I love die at the hands of my abuser. Not a chance in hell.

My sight wandered around the hundreds of people watching on, and noticed a few of them held holographic devices, talking to their long distant family members about the incident that had transpired.

Allowing my anger to consume me, and without thinking, while my eyes once again settled and focused glaringly on King Josh’s face, I grabbed the gun out of my waist band and aimed it at the tv.

I made the entire room jump in fear as I fired a single bullet straight through the kings forehead as it rested on the screen, causing a singular loud bang to echo through the the room. The picture on the tv began to flicker before ultimately fading to black. Everyone present turned their heads in astonishment as I remained stood, with my arm out stretched and the gun in the air, a small puff of smoke floating out of the barrel.

If Lewis’s execution was to be held in two days time, then luckily that meant his life was safe until then. I had 48 hours to save him.

I suppose this was slightly good news. The kings need to make an example of people was ultimately going to be his undoing. I will never let anyone else die because of me and my actions.

“You have all been preparing for a fight, well, now you’ve one… a big one.” I spoke to the room and felt a hundred eyes on me, I heard the slight patter of footsteps and realized that more and more people were gathering as I spoke my words. I turned in my spot to find that most of the pack house, including alpha Gilliard, Luna Trina and both of Lewis’s parents, were now watching, listening intently to my speech. In my head I was finished, my sentence wasn’t meant to be continued. However with so many eyes on me I realized now was the time to create a sense of morale.

I sighed, moving my head around to locate the large coffee table that was placed in the center of the large sitting room, and quickly walked up to it. I allowed myself to stand tall, my back straight and my head held high as I looked down at all the people, both lycans and humans, who stood waiting to follow me into the throws of battle.

“The time to take back our world, is now. The embers that you have all created, that have been simmering for so long now need to become a roaring flame! The weapons that you have all forged, must now be wielded with the fury and might of hundreds of warriors, desperate to take their lives back.” The few lycans that had been on the phone to their family, now had their devices pointed at me. I couldn’t see myself in them, but I could hear the loud words that I had spoken, traveling back to me through each and every device, a small delay in each of them. “I am tired of having to justify my actions of needing more supplies to survive, I am sick of shouting my views and having them dismissed due to my species and I am done, conforming to rules and regulations that state physical punishments are acceptable for mediocre infractions.” Maybe I was getting carried away, my word vomit coming out full force as I pushed my views onto everyone else. I had to bring this back to my people as a whole, instead of focusing on my own issues.

“The scars that we all bare will never heal… our loved ones, that were taken too soon by the lunacy of a tyrant lycans rule, will never return to us… but every wound we endured, both physical and mental, can and will be avenged…” I heard a chorus of cheers until the entire room erupted in howls and shouts of agreement. I waited patiently for the noise to die down, almost shedding tears at how supportive the rebellion was being, however I held it together, I knew I now had to be the strength the rebellion needed to not only battle, but to win. I had to embrace how Freddie saw me… I had to be a superhero. “Now is the time to hold your loved ones tight, now is the time to remind yourselves the reason you are fighting, because we will have made our views and reasons known, we will have shouted them so loud that even the benevolent goddess Luna cannot deny our prowess…”

Again shouts and loud hollers were thundering through he house, and I felt the need for success flood through every single person in the building.

A pint of ale, was held up to me by the alpha himself, a smug smile on his face as he held his own, I noticed how people began to pass glasses and bottles of celebration out to everyone who wanted one. I took Gilliards offer in my hand and watched him nod, holding his own glass up slightly, hinting at me to copy his movements and lead everyone in a pre war celebration. I nodded my thanks, looking the alpha in the eye, before scanning my eyes back across the many heads in the room.

I stomped my foot on the solid oak table below me, loudly, creating a deafening quiet. I gulped, realizing exactly what I was doing and how effective my words actually were.

For once in my entire life I realized how dangerous of a person I actually was, and why the king and his family were so frightened of me and my attitude, because in the end, it would indeed be their undoing.

I paused, swallowing thickly as I thought about how I could wrap up my encouragement, and then it hit me. I put more emphasis on my words, mocking the way the king would speak about us. King Josh had severely underestimated our power, he had seriously underestimated me!

“Tonight… our ‘Little Rebellion’ will transform into a REVOLUTION!”

An uproar of stomps and claps sounded, cheers and whistles, screams and shouts thundered through the building as I lifted my glass up high, and bought it back down to my mouth, the bitter substance taking me by surprise as I took a sip, noticing the audience of enthralled fighters following my lead, copying me and taking swigs of their own drinks.

Gilliard quickly finished his pint, in record time I might add, and jumped onto the table next to me. He placed his large hand over my shoulder, and threw his glass down to the floor hard, causing it to smash on the floor with a shatter.

“Now we celebrate!.. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” His simple sentence had created a loud continuous chant, and I cringed while my sight moved to that of Ygritte, Elias and Luna Trina, who were also chanting along with the rest of the pack all three of them looking me in the eye with a proud glint.

“You didn’t have to say that…” I mumbled to Gilliard who’s arm gently wrapped around my back and rested his hand comfortably on my opposite shoulder.

“Of course I did… look around Dylan, look how much camaraderie you just created with a single speech. You are our queen, Dylan, not only chosen by the moon goddess, but you’ve been chosen by us too. Humans and lycans are about to follow you to their deaths because they believe in you and what you are fighting for. Don’t diminish their view of you by denying what you truly are to them.” Was he right?

Had I been kicking everyone in the face by denying the fact that my fate was to rule?

I nodded my head at the alpha again, acknowledging his own words for once, and then glanced at the ale in my hand. I had only taken a single sip out of it, as I wasn’t a huge fan of the taste, however everyone in the building was now in the thralls of a celebration, a final farewell to many, as by this time next week, most of the people I was looking at, would have fallen, most likely myself included.

I didn’t think about it too much as I threw my head back, gulping down the entirety of the bitter drink and then realizing it wasn’t actually that bad. I looked back at the alpha who raised his eyebrows at my sudden action, smirked with an impressed nod.

“We should play some music. I think tonight is going to quickly turn into a…” I shouted ever so slightly over the many voices who were all conversing in merry chat and cheers. However my sentence was cut short, as a voice belonging to the one and only Ryan Clarke over powered everyone else in the room.

“PARTY!” Laughter took over before the sound system blasted out a song. I looked at the alpha and chuckled as we both stepped down off the table only to be rushed by people all wanting to pat my back and congratulate me on my actions.

I politely thanked each and every person that spoke to me, while I fought with subtlety to exit the room and get away from everyone, the destroyed tv long forgotten.

I still needed to get Oliver out of the dungeon, and I had to come up with an actual plan of approach, I may have had one beer, but I couldn’t let myself get drunk, not now. Not with Lewis actually needing my help for once.

“That…” I turned my head so that I looked Lewis’s mother in the eyes. She held nothing but pride as she smiled at me, pulling me into a large embrace before I could even comprehend what she was going to do. “That was amazing… That is the side of you that I have been waiting to finally see in person, I thought maybe you had lost that fire. You truly do have a way with words”

“That was not something I was planning on doing. I just saw that bastard kings face and wanted to put a bullet in him. Looks like it’ll turn into yet another party, although by the looks of things, I don’t think Gilliard minds at all.” I chuckled finally feeling the slight shake of panic in my hand disappear.

“Gill will be the first to admit that he loves a good party.” Trina spoke while laughing at her mate who was currently in a race with Clarke to see who could drink their beer the quickest. It was stupid really, Gilliard was a Lycan, he would obviously be better…

“Well, good luck with him Luna, I’m going to go and see beta Oliver.” I chuckled leaving my friend and the alpha battle it out, although looking at them made me think that Clarke was actually faster, although I guarantee that he will be the first to vomit from it all.

With the dungeon key in hand, I walked down the steps and came to the cell that held Oliver, he was talking to Vee through the bars when I walked up to the door causing both of them to stop their conversation.

“Dylan… I need you to know that I never…”

“I know… none of this was intentional, but right now, I need you to tell me everything that happened, so that I can plan my actions accordingly…”