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.

can’t be true, that’s just… none of this stuff is real.” “We exist, Sebastian, we’re werewolves. How can you say that this doesn’t mean something? And don’t

we be praying

Maybe she’s moved on. I

though, and I know she’s real because WE exist. The paper you have read ‘Beware the ones that wear the mark of discord, mischief,

I scan the 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

some smaller drawings and a language I do not recognise.” “The talented bilingual Zaia Toussaint doesn’t know the language, that’s a first.” He says,

it. That’s more than I ever learned with regards to your birthmark, and I’ve been looking. Where did you get that

been touched for years.” I reply, staring at the symbol. Even the smallest flick to the symbol

might know more then,”

there’s no harm in it, and see what he says because you are

anything else of that, too. I’ll get them

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

have no intention of winning that deal. My only intention is to be near you and perhaps

dropped a few octaves and the words slip from my lips before I can stop them. “And what kind of win might

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

him, but either

“Sebastian…”

smile, what reward will I get?” He asks sexily. Ah, there he

mean a scornful laugh, but get an actual

for sure, but no violence better

“Fine. I promise.”

a spanking session.” He says arrogantly. “Oh please, you wish. You really

see the children. I don’t know how right now, but I figure something out. He deserves to see them… and with Sia being sick; I want

I stare at the book. I know Sia has not yet attained her wolf, she’s only a child, but

an Alpha, losing isn’t in my genes. Regarding the birthmark, don’t worry too

and he means it. The no- nonsense Sebastian

back, even if I’m not by your side.” I’m silent. That ache in

you ask Payne?” “He denied remembering or doing it on purpose,” I say. “Be careful of him. I don’t trust him, Zaia. He’s

say that. You’ve never liked him.” I reply, frowning slightly. I know he isn’t

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