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 slipped my

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

it’s a henna stain, meaning it won’t come off,” I say quietly, observing her. Her heart is thumping, and she stares up at

down, her hands shaking as she stares at my now-red arm. The rubbing

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

tell me. I’m sorry that I’m hurting you, but everything that is happening is because of this. Someone knows I am

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

“Mom…”

frantic now as she grabs my make-up wipes and begins scrubbing at my arms. The henna won’t come

a knock on the door. “Zaia! Is everything alright?” Dad’s voice

his brow furrowing but his attention goes to Mom, who is visibly shaking. Pull yourself together

plan and although he didn’t really react in a positive or

this?” Mom shouts, spinning around and glaring accusingly at him. He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “And

I say firmly. “What do you know?” Dad asks her sharply, far firmer than I was. She looks between us, before her eyes well with

only managed to protect her. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I tried to stop them. If they know she’s one too! They’ll

as he kneels before her, gripping her shoulders.

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

stop who? What happened?” I ask, as she rubs her eyes

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

His voice is ice cold as he trails off and I can feel his aura around him.

I told anyone, they would

told me! I could

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

exclaim. “Not now, Zaia! This so-called mother willingly let someone take her son and told me he was dead!” He roars, making my eyes widen as I stare

understand, Hugh! They were blackmailing me. They said he’ll live as long

as I sit there, frozen. 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. And the fact that I have a

much to take in. Mom did what

have told Dad his son is out

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

I didn’t think you’d do anything. You had already gone to your precious

not wanting to upset her more, but the truth is the truth. “If one of my

If they knew you were a blood born too, they would have come for you. I had no one. Nothing… Your Dad didn’t care for you back then. If I spoke, I would have lost you too.” She