Chapter 91

Dylan POV.

So while I got on with my tasks, V and the council need to make a map of the base. That surly wasn't too difficult to do. I couldn't understand how one hadn't already been made.

"Thank you, for showing me to the medical tent. I definitely would have gotten lost." I spoke directly to the nurse who escorted me to where my friend was, however her gaze was completely diverted from my own. She was a very anxious person which is what I had deducted in the short time of meeting her. Her head was often bowed low and she seemed to naturally show respect to anyone wether they deserved it or not.

"It's my pleasure, your grace." She glanced at me slightly, still not meeting my eyes and looking away as soon as she saw my head turn to her. "Erm…” Oh great, here come the awkward questions. “Is it true, you've been blessed by the moon goddess?"

What? Was this girl a wolf? No, she was far too submissive, if she was a wolf she would naturally have a strong presence, and yet she was extremely meek. Why must I always defend myself against stupid people and their stupid beliefs.

"I've not been blessed by anything, I was just unlucky in the fact that the king took a liking to me. Don't mistake that for some Devine intervention."

"I see, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." God this girl was annoyingly agreeable. I could probably tell her anything and she would believe it. "We're almost at the medical tent."

It was insane the closer we got to the tent, the more shocked and curious I was. It was fairly evident which one was in fact the medical tent, as large thick cords and wires ran out from underneath the canvas. They were connected to an old electrical box. Next to the main large tent sat small RVs and other smaller tipis with beds inside. Essentially this entire section of the base was used as a hospital wing.

Upon entering my mouth widened in shock and curiosity. My eyes darted around the entire tent at the sheer amount of equipment present. They even had an old MRI machine used for scanning the inner body for abnormalities. It was impressive to say the least.

"Mr Clarke is in RV 4, your grace." I peeled my eyes away from the equipment and forced my body to leave the impressive tent. My feet moved towards the RV labeled with the number four and I entered it alone.

The interior reminded me so much of the caravan my mom and dad used to take me to before the new world came into effect. My eyes met the man who I had been thinking about constantly since I arrived and sighed in relief when I saw he was ok. He had bandages wrapped tightly around his torso and arms, with pillows piled high under his back propping him up comfortably, while an old flatscreen tv blurred out previous news.

I heard my own screams coming from it and looked at the screen as it showed Nicks house. This was the news coverage of my mothers death.

"Turn it off!" My voice was quiet, and seeing it from an outsiders perspective wasn't something I wanted to do. That was the day I truly broke, and the last thing I needed was the reminder of it. The tough and cocky facade I had put on since arriving was long gone, and I felt myself cave in wanting nothing more than both my parents to take away my misery. My voice brought Ryan out of his engrossed state and he turned to face me slightly, wincing as he did so. I didn't think seeing it would cause so much terror to shoot through me, but I couldn't stop the slight uncontrollable shake my body had taken on.

"Sorry..." in an instant the tv was muted but still flashing the images. "I didn't expect you to visit so soon. I assumed you'd be getting some rest." I walked over to his bed and looked myself down on the bottom of it, feeling the smallness of the RV around me.

"There are a few things that I need to sort out first..." My sight once again met the tv only to see his grace dragging my sobbing self out of Nicks house and into the street, I felt sick to my stomach as I watched my mothers blood drip from my limbs. My fists clenched and I frowned fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. "Please, just turn it off."

"Riley, you know that it wasn't your fault? Please tell me you know that, right?" I just nodded my head while not being able to take my eyes off the screen. In reality it was my fault, I was solely responsible for everything, if I had just accepted the king, then my mom would still be alive, and I could have tried to use my status to help king Josh realize that equality is possible. Instead I fought against him at every turn, which made him impulsive and angry. Perhaps if I had have just took my fate, then I wouldn't have been hurt so much. "I'll turn it off in a minute. There's just something you need to see first."

"I don't want to watch it Clarke. Please, just..." he cut me off and just told me to keep watching. Little did he know that I couldn't peel my sight away. I couldn't stop watching as my past self curled up helplessly at the kings feet nothing the king has ever done to me will compare to that day. I'd take a thousand lashings just to have my mum back.

"There... look." I looked at the picture that had been paused on the screen and frowned, why he was showing me the audience bending the knee in front of his grace was beyond me.

"Why would I want to see a bunch of people supporting his actions?" I heard a wince and felt a soft hand on my shoulder finally bringing my sight away from the old screen.

"They aren't bowing to him, they were bowing to you." Me? Why would people be bowing for me? "You truly don't see it do you?" He must have read my face before I even realized I was pulling one. "You are our strength, Dylan. Everyone started looking towards you for freedom the second you made your views of this world known. You're not afraid to just be yourself, and no matter what the king has done to you, you've kept that strength. You are our queen, both humans and lycans see that. It's time you accepted that role. That's why you're here, So you can finally start getting things in motion."

"I will do what I can, but I won't drag anyone else into my mess. I can't stand by and watch anyone else die. You really scared me, Clarke." He chuckled at me and then winced again. I could see he was getting tired, and in all honesty I was too. I had to do things quickly before I myself passed out from exhaustion.

"What can I say, I just love the attention. Besides, scars make a good impression on the ladies right." He winked playfully causing a smirk to form on my lips while my eyes rolled in my head.

“I’m sure any girl you end up with will hear the heroic tale of how you got those scars. You aren’t one for being humble.” I chuckled and looked back at the tv, the screen was still paused and the humans of my old hometown were still on their knees behind my suicidal form. “I know you must be exhausted right now, but I’m actually here for a reason.” I knew I had to just cut to the chase, and so I let my gaze wander back to my old partner and made sure my expressions showed nothing but urgency. “I need you to tell me the exact route you take when you are in your van.”

“What? Why do you need that? It’s not like your planning on driving again.” Almost as soon as he had that thought his head shot to me, panic slightly swept across his features. “Wait, you’re not planning on driving again, are you?”

“Definitely not. Not me anyway…” I chuckled awkwardly and looked at Ryan, taking the small notepad and pen I was given and opening it up ready to write down everything he says. “I actually crashed the van, so I need to swap the license plates and send a new driver out quickly.” I explained to him quickly. “The wolf that attacked you is dead, if we don’t send your van back out soon then they will connect your van to the murder and as it hasn’t crossed any other borders, then they will also place the rebellion somewhere in this sector.”

“Jesus… How did you kill him? I thought you just shot him and ran.” I shook my head, the killing him didn’t matter, what mattered was his regular route.

“Does it matter. He’s dead you’re not. That’s all I care about. So, what is your usual route?” Was that really cold? I was unsure. It’s not like I enjoyed killing him, I just knew I needed to, it was self preservation.

Or maybe I was becoming cold hearted, was o losing my touch of reality? Had all the abuse id been put through really affected me so much. I thought id break, I thought id become an empty shell of the self I once was, but instead, I just felt rage and hatred clouding me, I knew the second I had killed that man that I would do anything in my power to survive.

If that made me as bad as his grace, then so be it.

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