Chapter 176

Dylan POV

I was tired, unbelievably tired.

For the first time in months my sleep was plagued by nightmares. Nightmares of the king, the moon goddess, Lewis, and the upcoming battle. It was all just coming at me so so quickly, and I felt like I hadn't even had time to breathe before this was all sprung on me.

The bed that belonged to Lewis smelt of him but did nothing to warm me up or comfort me in any way. The sheets on his side of our bed were cold, and empty, and his presence was missed more than my words could ever express. I wasn't sure when I had become so reliant on him to ease my mind, but now that he was gone, I was both restless and lost.

After about an hour of actual sleep, and two hours of tossing and turning in bed, I gave up, and ended up going to the alphas office to go over everything. People were still partying, the music was loud and booming through the house, and drinks were still flowing as if it had only been a few minutes. Not that it bothered me at all.

I was glad that everyone else was having fun. It was always a good idea to let your hair down every once in a while, if your mind would let you that is, my mind was far too active for me to do anything other than plan... even if I was doing so silently and unsuccessfully.

I simply stood, looking  at the long list of names that were fighting along side us, and glanced at their species which was written next to the persons name. It was a list that I had never seen before, but it was extremely useful. Looking at it, we only hand a handful more humans than wolves.

Those numbers were critical in this fight against human oppressors. The more lycans we had the better our odds were at taking back the world, and having the majority of subjects support it.

All we had to do was win.

I began to pace the office. My mind racing with everything... however what the moon goddess had talked about, and the way she spoke about how I would have to face my ultimate fear, was what was most prominent.

Now that Lewis was gone, I was afraid that I would be alone forever. Maybe my biggest fear was having everyone I love die before I got the chance to tell them my feelings. My mother died assuming that I hated her, and now Lewis was in a dire situation and I had yet to express my love in a verbal way. Perhaps my biggest fear would be faced when he is put to death, maybe I just won't reach him in time to save him.

I didn't know. All I knew was that I was alone at the moment, and so I began to think of a list of things that we still needed to provide. We needed medical supply's. So I wrote down everything, from bandages to sutures, we would need them all and We needed a plan of action.

My go to move was typically to go in all guns blazing, with no plan whatsoever, but this was different. Lewis’s life was on the line more so than ever and I HAD to do everything in my power to stop his execution.

I really did love that man… wolf or no wolf.

I Had been so lost in thought, that I hadn't noticed that the moon had made its decent and the sun had began to shine brightly in the sky, at least I hadn't until Alpha Gilliard strolled in. Looking to be in a rather pleasant mood. He must have enjoyed his evening yesterday.

"Dylan! I didn't expect to se you here so early. Did you not indulge and relax yourself last night?" It was pretty obvious that I hadn't, in fact, the only drink that I had was the one that the alpha himself had handed me in order to have a drink with everyone that was about to sacrifice themselves just to usurp King Josh. "You look exhausted."

"I couldn't sleep." Was my short reply as I remained jotting down supplies and ideas that could be beneficial to the rebellion.

"Too busy spear heading the revolution?" I simply nodded my head at the alphas chuckled words. Gilliards sarcasm and glee went right over my head while I was in the thralls of my concentration.

"My mouth got carried away from me again last night. I'm so sorry." I knew exactly what I had done. I had produced the mother of all word vomit, and also sealed my fate.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? What you did yesterday was amazing. Don't apologize for that. Damn, I can't wrap my head around how it's taken you this long to rally the mob, it must have been really difficult for you to have kept your mouth shut all these years." He joked, with a hint of seriousness to his voice. Maybe it had taken me too long to take action.

"I guess it took losing Lewis for me to finally get my finger out." I gave a single halfhearted chuckle, before continuing to look over everything, while a long pause took over the room. Gilliard cleared his throat after several minutes and sat himself on one of the chairs in front of the desk.

“You know…” he began bringing my attention from my pen and paper to his truthful eyes. “I’ve never seen my cousin as happy as he has been the past few months, I never thought I would see the old Lewis creep back through after losing his first…” he cut himself off again mid sentence and cleared his throat again, as if attempting to cover up a mistake. “I… I just want you to know that he truly loves you, and I am so grateful that he found you.”

Another pause of silence took over the room, but it was my turn to break it, a small smile formed on my face as I stared at my friend.

“Lewis… Is the one who brought me back from hell…” I admitted the words rolling out of my mouth easier than I ever thought they would. “He didn’t find me… He saved me.” My eyes began to fill up on their own and that in turn made Gilliards widen in shock. “I was… ready to die. I didn’t fear it because my life was much worse than anything death could bring… Even now, it doesn’t frighten me… but I really want to live, as long as I have him.”

“Dylan… I…” It was a small knock that broke me and Gilliard out of our moment. I quickly and roughly wiped the single tear that escaped me, and frowned, attempting to reign my sudden bust of emotion in. “We WILL save him…” Gills head nodded and his hand gently rested on the back of my own. “You have my word…” He then fixed himself, before turning his attention to the door. “Come in." Gilliard ordered while my sight reverted back to the list in front of me as it rested on the alphas desk, to my surprise, both Vee and Oliver walked into the office, bringing forth a very small growl from Gilliards chest.

"Vee..." I spoke, glancing ever so slightly at the couple that had just entered. Even I had to admit, she had some gall bringing Oliver with her to Gilliards office. "I didn't know you were bringing Oliver."

"Oh... he could wait outside if you'd like." I simply shook my head at her sentence, I knew how much she liked him, and they were officially mated now. It would be extremely difficult for them to be away from each other.

"It's fine. I only want to ask you a question." I finally dragged my sight away from the paper that had previously held my attention. "Vee, how would you feel about using the safe haven, as a hospital for our wounded?"

We needed somewhere that was both safe and secure, somewhere that could house the injured when they are desperate for medical aid, and there will be plenty of fighters that will need help.

"I'll send a list of supplies over." Vee answered quickly. Not missing a beat to accept my proposal. It was good because the safe haven was the best place for the injured. It already had some important medical equipment, so we just needed extra supplies. Bandages, rubbing alcohol, band aids, and ice packs. Basically things that can be found in a typical first aid kit.

"No need, I have a list of medical supplies here. Could you give it to Clarke? He can take a truck and ask the packs of the sector. He shouldn't run into much trouble given the fact that alpha Shawn is holding up by the border with the king." Vee nodded with a slight smile and turned to leave, however Oliver held his hand up slightly, awkwardly, and with a nervous frown.

"I could go with him, if you don't want him going alone. It shouldn't take too long due to the amount of packs that are willing to help." Vee didn't like his plan, and Gilliard liked it even less.

"If you think for one minute that we will trust you to help anyone else, then you're just completely stupid." Gilliard was being slightly harsh, however I could see where he was coming from.

"Gilliard, if he's offering to help then I will gladly accept it. I've already lost everyone I care about, if Oliver is prepared to go with Clarke then I'm not going to say no. I trust him!" Maybe I was being idiotic, but he had proven himself as far as I was concerned by aiding me personally. "Thank you. I'm sure Clarke will be happy to have company."

"Ok. I'll go and find him, and explain the plan." I gave a single nod and watched as they both left, Vee grumbling and grousing at the fact that the beta was once again leaving her.

"I think you're really stupid to trust that guy... he got Lewis captured." Gilliard slammed his hands down on his desk causing the contents to jump slightly off the wood. "He's lucky I haven't..." I cut him off, and rolled my eyes in the process.

"He's lucky you haven't what? Look, Lewis is stuck, and Oliver has a strength that will definitely be an asset to our side. I don't care what your personal feelings are. From a logical side I think he is one of the strongest fighters we have. We would be the idiots not to utilise him." I shrugged already tired, and grumpy today. "If he does anything against us, I'll kill him myself ok?"

"Fine." Silence flooded the room again as my head rested on my right knuckle as I stared at all the paperwork again. "Go to bed, Dylan. You need some sleep before tomorrow."

I nodded, before peeling myself away from the desk and trudging out of the door.

“You really do love him, don’t you?” His question caught me off guard slightly, but at this point it really was undeniable.

“Yeah… I really do.”

Once I returned to our bedroom, the cold enveloped me again. I sighed, because I knew there was no way I was going to be able to get any rest in here.

I trudged over to Lewis’s closest, in the hopes that I’d find a sweater of his to wear, or something, however instead I was met by his armor. His brown armor that matched my damaged set, was hung up, enticing me with how perfect it was.

‘Gilliard…’ I attempted the mind link, straining myself, unsure whether I was even heard by him. ‘I don’t need a new set of armor…’

I would wear Lewis’s.