I Am The Luna

A Horrible Truth

ZAIA. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe I did take it a step too far. My hair is pulled back in a sleek bun, and my eyes are smoky with a nude lipstick.

I’m wearing a navy dress, it’s plain, with a slight shimmer to it, and it reaches the floor with a string strap halter neck that leaves my side boobs and back on display. It has a slit down my thigh.

I’m wearing the necklace I had designed, consisting of three chains and the triangle symbol sitting right above my breasts. They had delivered on time, and it is as I had requested. Showing the symbol within perfectly.

It’s the only piece of jewellery I will be wearing. A statement alongside the henna that covers my arms.

The pattern is partially floral but there are at least six of the blood born symbols drawn onto both arms. Along my back, I have the symbol drawn down the centre of my back with added gold and blue glitter to emphasise the symbol.

My left leg, which can be seen through the slit, also has henna applied. Like my back, it simply consists of the symbol.

No one will miss it and I wonder who will react … who knows of the Blood Born? We will have other allied pack alphas and important figures there.

I smooth my dress down just as there’s a knock on the door and Mom enters. “Ah Zaia, you need to hur…” She trails off as her eyes fall on me and her face drains of colour as she grips the door handle for support.

“That is a reaction I was hoping for, from some of those in attendance tonight, Mother… not you.” I say, frowning.

just a birthmark, but now her reaction says otherwise. It’s something I did want to ask her but never found the right moment, or it simply

as she enters the room and shuts the door. She grabs my

it won’t come off,” I say quietly, observing her. Her heart is thumping,

ask her intently. She looks down, her hands shaking as she stares at my

is, hide this- this ridiculous- ridiculous whatever this is that you are trying to prove! Unless you have a death wish!” She says, her voice shaking. There’s so much hatred and resentment in her voice that it

grip her elbows, “Mom. Mom, please tell me. I’m sorry that I’m hurting you, but everything that is happening is because of this. Someone knows

goddess! Your father… he knows?” she whispers, her

“Mom…”

frantic now as she grabs my make-up wipes

door. “Zaia! Is everything alright?” Dad’s voice

He says instantly, looking at my necklace, his brow furrowing but his attention goes to Mom, who is visibly shaking. Pull yourself together Melanie. What is wrong

knows a little of my plan and although he didn’t really react in a positive or negative. manner, he

“How can you do this?” Mom shouts, spinning around and glaring accusingly at him. He raises an eyebrow, crossing

know?” Dad asks her sharply, far firmer

them. If they know she’s one too! They’ll take her too!” She whispers

before her, gripping her shoulders. “Melanie, who?”

Her words aren’t making sense and Dad looks at me and I instantly move forward, kneeling beside her and placing a hand

you tried to stop who? What happened?” I ask, as she rubs her eyes fruitlessly, as

shaking extremely as she now clutches mine and Dad’s wrists. “When you… Hugh, he didn’t die in that

cold as he trails off and I can feel his aura around him. Her heart is pounding violently,

to tell you. They told me that if I told anyone, they would kill us all!” She

her. “No. You should have told me! I could have done the right thing!” He suddenly roars as

as he backs away from Mom. What is going on? “You really are a horrible

This so-called mother willingly let someone take her son and told me he was dead!” He roars, making

said he’ll live

situation has hit me, and I’m torn… I understand both Mom and Dad’s points of view… but the thing is… Dad is right in this situation. And the fact that I have a

too much to take in. Mom did what Sebastian did, and that only hurts a

matter. Even if they blackmailed me and Dad, you should have told Dad his son is out there.” My heart clenches

and go over to him. Right now, he needs me more. I

didn’t think you’d do anything. You had

one of my children was

one. Nothing… Your Dad didn’t care for you back then. If I spoke, I would have lost you too.” She breaks into sobs, and I realise she was pushed into