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.

her reaction says otherwise. It’s

enters the room and shuts the door. She grabs my arm and

won’t come off,” I say quietly,

down, her hands shaking as she stares at my now-red arm. The rubbing did nothing but flare

know 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

is happening is because of this. Someone knows I am Blood Born. We need to know

else- goddess! Your father… he knows?” she whispers, her face turning

“Mom…”

frantic now as she grabs my make-up wipes and

Is everything alright?” Dad’s voice comes. “Come in, Dad,” I

going on…” He says instantly, looking at my necklace, his brow furrowing but his attention goes to Mom, who is visibly shaking. Pull yourself together

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

Mom shouts, spinning around and glaring accusingly at him. He raises an eyebrow, crossing his

with this,” I say firmly. “What do you know?” Dad asks her sharply, far firmer than I was. She

protect her. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I tried to stop them. If they know she’s one too! They’ll take her too!” She whispers before she falls to the ground and breaks

he kneels before her, gripping her shoulders. “Melanie,

so sorry!” Her words aren’t making sense and Dad looks at me and I instantly move forward, kneeling beside her

happened?” I ask, as she rubs her eyes fruitlessly, as more tears fall, her

wrists. “When you… Hugh, he didn’t die

saying, he understands. “You said to me that…” His voice is ice cold as he trails off and I can feel his aura around him. Her heart is pounding violently, and I wonder what on earth is

if I told anyone, they

I could have done the right thing!” He suddenly roars as

could have died!” Dad scoffs as he backs away from Mom. What is going on? “You really are

“Not now, Zaia! This so-called mother willingly let someone take her son and told me he was dead!” He roars,

Hugh! They were blackmailing me. They said

The weight of the 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.

in. Mom did what Sebastian did, and that

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

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

wouldn’t understand. Like you cared! I didn’t think you’d do anything. You had already gone to

pounds as I look at her, not wanting to upset her more, but the truth is the truth. “If one of my children was taken, I would

blood born too, they would have come for you. I had no one. Nothing… Your Dad didn’t care for you