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.

“We exist, Sebastian, we’re werewolves. How can you say that this doesn’t mean something? And don’t you think we are forgetting

be praying daily to

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,” Sebastian replies

do 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, and

the symbols and drawings. There’s not much I can make out and part

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

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

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

know more then,” Sebastian

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

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

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

that deal. My only intention is to be near you and perhaps

from my lips before I can stop

heart want what it shouldn’t? “The kind where I win a

him, but either he is behaving

“Sebastian…”

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

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

be worth it for sure, but no

“Fine. I promise.”

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

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

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

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

he means it. The no- nonsense Sebastian

aren’t alone. I’ll always have your back, even if I’m not by your side.” I’m silent. That

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

never liked him.” I reply, frowning slightly. I know he

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