I Am The Luna

Chapter 37

A Symbol

ZAIA. “Zaia, what’s wrong? Do you want me to come down there? Because I swear if you don’t tell me, I will.” Sebastian’s growl makes me blink. “I… it’s my birthmark.” I say quietly, brushing back a few wet strands of my hair.

“What?” “My birthmark. There’s the old book I’ve been going through of old practices like healing, and I just saw the symbol.

“Are you serious? I’ve looked for it all over, and never found anything.” He asks, sounding uncertain.

“Yeah… it’s exactly the same…” I murmur, staring at it. The very same mark that is on the side of my breast, with the upside down V and the symbol…

“What does it say?” he asks, his voice hushed as I drag my eyes away from the symbol and scan the page. Trying to read it, whilst my head spins.

“Blood Born,” I say, reading the title, before I look at the first line of the small text. “The Blood Born symbol graces the ones born of the Celestial Lunar… within their blood is the fire to quench the earth and moon of all life. Beings or monsters, we know not, but fear them, we do.

For it is said that they are the judgement upon the people. By the warning of our Goddess, recite her words; Forget me and I will send my Blood Born, and that is when it is time to end my creation, for they will have forgotten me and I… I will bring an end to their time…and forget them.”

There’s silence as I quietly reread what I just read out loud. Pushing my hair back, I tuck the phone between my chin and ear as I check the next page, hoping for more.

none of this stuff is real.” “We exist, Sebastian, we’re werewolves. How can you say that this doesn’t mean something?

times. Why should we be praying daily to a god that probably doesn’t

does exist.” “You don’t know that. Maybe she’s moved on. I don’t think there’s a god or goddess watching

‘Beware the ones that wear the mark of discord, mischief, and death.’ This might just align with

rest of the symbols and drawings. There’s not much I can make out and part of the text is in a language I have

do not recognise.” “The talented bilingual Zaia Toussaint

overthink it. That’s more than I ever learned with regards to your birthmark, and I’ve been looking.

in the safe room. They’ve not been touched for years.” I reply, staring at the symbol. Even the smallest flick

more then,”

there’s no harm in it, and see what

some pictures of the page and if you find anything else of that, too. I’ll get them from you next

beat, and I let out a scoff of disbelief, remembering that. “You know that’s my project. Why would you do this?” I ask

that deal. My only intention is to be near you

slip from my lips before I can stop

I shouldn’t. Why does the heart want what it shouldn’t?

him, but either he is behaving or he knows

“Sebastian…”

He asks sexily. Ah,

and I don’t mean a scornful laugh, but get an actual laugh out of me, and I will give

you give me will be worth it for sure, but

“Fine. I promise.”

a spanking session.” He says arrogantly.

but I figure something out. He deserves to see them… and with Sia being sick; I

I know Sia has not yet attained her wolf, she’s only a child, but maybe I could try some of these

down, I’m an Alpha, losing isn’t in my genes. Regarding the birthmark, don’t worry too much about it. We’ll

The no- nonsense Sebastian who will get things done…

I say quietly. “You aren’t alone. I’ll always have your back, even if I’m

doing it on purpose,” I say. “Be careful of him. I don’t trust him,

you’d say that. You’ve never liked him.” I

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