Chosen Novel

Dylan POV.

"Seriously... that's another bullseye!" I was currently in alpha Gilliards pack training hall, with none other than Ryan Clarke, who once again looked at me as if I had three heads growing out of my neck as I threw yet another knife at a target. "How did you get so good at that? I mean, your hair is one thing, but I'll be damned if your actually a better shot than me."

"First of all, these are knives, honestly Clarke, have you ever even thrown a knife?" I raised my eyebrows at him cockily and waited for him to reply, he stuttered slightly knowing I was right, but still argued.

"No, but im good with a gun. I've even saved your sorry ass before now." Had he forgotten I had saved him too. He nudged me playfully before winking at me in success.

"Oh please... you have literally shot one person in your entire life, granted it was a good shot, but still... it's natural that I am better than you." I laughed as I walked over to the far target and gathered the knives I had been throwing.

I had gotten the blades from the weapon room that Gilliard gave me the key for. Let me be the first to tell you that it was amazing, the sheer amount of weapons at our disposal was excessive and extremely useful. The person in charge of it stated that it shouldn't be an issue for me to have a silver dagger made, which would really come in handy on top of the guns I'll be wielding.

"And how many people have you shot? I strongly doubt it's much more than me." I sighed, already knowing the answer without even thinking about it.

"Four!" I walked back over to my almost brother and sighed, holding one of the knives by the bladed end and throwing it with a spin, it instantly once again hit the center of the target. "I've shot four people altogether." I shot My dad and killed him, I shot the king in his arm, took out the kings guard with a bullet to the eye, and I ended the misery of the man who had been forcibly marked. I was officially a murderer. "I killed three of them, and I can only aim so well due to the moon goddesses gifts. Before hand it took me a Couple of tries to finally hit my targets, I was never really terrible at shooting, but I certainly wasn't 'bullseye every time' good."

"I hadn't realized you had killed so many people, obviously knew about your dad, but the other two? There were rumors about you killing a guy who had been marked without consent, but they were just rumors, I hadn't even entertained that they may have been true." In my experience rumors always held a hint of truth, even if not fully believable.

"Well, it's true. The moon goddess blessed me, and I'm a murderer. But I'll deal with that as it comes." I had much bigger things to concern myself with, like the ever looming war that is most likely months away from actually taking place.

"You're the talk of the town thanks to the moon goddess, everyone is saying the same thing, that the moon goddess favors you for a reason, and she wants you on the throne." I mean, the lycans clearly knew their goddess well, because that's exactly what her intentions are. She said it to me personally.

This battle that would ultimately decide the fate of the entire world would have to begin sooner rather than later. Nobody wanted it to take it lace in the upcoming winter months, I imagine that the circumstances would be far from ideal anyway, without adding snow, ice and arctic winds in the mix.

"What gave it away? The white hair, or my insanely accurate combat abilities?" I chuckled but felt nothing but dread sink into my bones. Still i̟ hid my true feelings and smirked at my friend. "Anyway, now that I've proven my skills to you..." I held up a juicy red apple and wickedly grinned at the man in front of me. Put this on your head, I want to see if I can hit it." I watched my partner in crimes eyes widen, and a sharp flinch took over his body. "What? Don't you trust me?"