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

we be praying daily to a god that probably doesn’t

close my eyes. “She does exist.” “You don’t know that. Maybe she’s moved on. I don’t think there’s a god or goddess watching down on us,”

do though, and I know she’s real because WE exist. The paper you have read ‘Beware

there more?” he asks. I scan the rest of the symbols and drawings. There’s not much I can make out and

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

That’s more than I ever learned with regards to your birthmark, and I’ve

It was in one of the old boxes in the safe room. They’ve not been touched for years.” I reply, staring at the symbol. Even the smallest flick to the symbol in the centre matches the birthmark I

more

casual manner, there’s no harm in it, and see what he

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

that. “You know that’s my project. Why

only intention is to be near

a beat as his voice dropped a few octaves and the words slip from my lips before

I know I shouldn’t. Why does the heart want what it shouldn’t? “The kind where I win a smile

something a lot dirtier from him, but either he is behaving or he knows exactly what

“Sebastian…”

win a smile, what reward will I get?” He asks sexily. Ah, there he is, ever the businessman. I roll my

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

Anything you give me will be worth it for sure, but no violence better be involved.” He says, a

“Fine. I promise.”

the favour with a spanking session.” He says arrogantly. “Oh please, you wish. You really don’t

how right now, but I figure something out.

yet attained her wolf, she’s only a child, but maybe I could try some of these

in my genes. Regarding the birthmark, don’t worry too much

it. The no- nonsense Sebastian who will get things

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

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

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

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