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.

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

is modern times. Why should we be praying daily to a god that probably

eyes. “She does exist.” “You don’t know that. Maybe she’s moved on. I don’t think

have read ‘Beware the ones that wear the

drawings. There’s not much I can make out and part of the text is in a language I have no

There are just 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

little ominous, but don’t overthink it. That’s more than I ever learned with regards to your birthmark, and I’ve been looking. Where did you get that

not been touched for years.” I reply, staring at the symbol. Even the smallest flick to the symbol in

might know more then,”

it, and

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

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

of winning that deal. My only intention is

words slip from my lips before I can stop them. “And what kind of win might that

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

but either he is behaving or he knows exactly

“Sebastian…”

He asks sexily. Ah, there he

scornful laugh, but get an actual laugh out of me, and I will give you something,”

will be worth it for sure, but

“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 back down.” I say, shaking my

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

book. I know Sia has not yet attained her wolf,

isn’t in my genes. Regarding the birthmark, don’t worry too much about it. We’ll figure it out.” He says

The no- nonsense Sebastian who will get things

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

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

I reply, frowning slightly. I know

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