Chosen By The Moon

"WHAT?!" My body found itself shooting up in the bed I was on, shock was the most prominent emotion on my face, however I couldn't ignore the adrenaline that seemed to be pumping through my body. "Could you repeat that for me doc?"

"I'm afraid that due to your survival of the initial... erm bite... your body is currently preparing itself for the transformation into lycanthrope." That was a fucking bomb to suddenly drop on top of me. So while I am being forced to accept a child that I don't want with a woman who I can't stand, I now also have to turn into a member of the very specified that has kept me locked up and confined for over 3 years!

"Oh my goddess, is that true?! Is he going to be a wolf? How amazing!" Of course the witch from the west would love the idea, hell she's taken everything else from me, why not add my humanity to the list.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's if he survives though, it's unheard of for a human to survive a forced marking. The human body simply put, isn't prepared for a shift of this calibre, it's going to cause a lot of strain." The doctor then turned to me, with nothing but sympathy clouding his eyes. "You're going to feel a lot of pain during your shift which will take place on the next full moon."

"We will all just have to pray to the goddess Luna for her aid then. Carlos will be just fine, the fact that he's awake is proof of that." Only, with every word she uttered the doctors face grew more and more enraged. It was fairly evident that he did not agree with her views.

"You need to fully understand the seriousness of this, my lady. Your mate will die, there are absolutely no records of anyone surviving the shift. It simply to taxing on the human body, and if sir Carlos does in fact succumb then you will feel the loss, even more so due to your current condition." So

I am going to die? I knew i wouldn't make it out of this personal hell, however after Dylan was bought to the castle I had developed a sense of false hope. I thought she would be the one to save me. I was foolish to put so much on the child's shoulders.

My head was reeling over the next week, my body felt stronger than ever and truly couldn't seem to satisfy my hunger. The doctor spoke about it in length, telling me it was my body's way of gaining energy for my upcoming trepidation.

I was completely and utterly alone in my terror, and I was going to die alone.

Imagine my surprise, when the

doctor insisted on providing me with a thorough check up, away from the prying eye's of Lady Lorellia. It was roughly a week until the full moon and so my anxiety had reached an all new high.

“I wasn't aware that there were test you hadn't done." I spoke my words with a slight sigh. I was so done with all this, couldn't these people just leave me to die with as much dignity as I could be granted?

""Daddy?!"