I Am The Luna

ZAIA.

I look at the eight men who now crowd my office at the pack house; I don’t know what to say. Five of them are meant to be some of our most trusted, for them to simply allow Annette in like that…

The door shuts after the last one and I place my chin on top of my clasped hands, my elbows resting on the desk. “I don’t know where I should start,” I say quietly.

I’m a little restless as I haven’t been able to contact Dad either. I hope he has been able to take a little time alone to clear his head, but I do need to speak to him. 2

I just hope he got my voicemail since he wasn’t opening any of his messages. “I do apologise, ma’am, for everything. I never should have let the Luna onto the property but…” one of the men trails off.

“But what?” I ask the guard, tilting my head. “I am truly disappointed in the lack of security. This woman was shouting at my mother, and you all stood by.”

“She said there would be consequences if we didn’t let her pass.” Another said, and I sigh in exasperation.

“Consequences? So, if someone is going to blackmail or threaten you, will you simply step aside and allow them to do whatever they wish?” I ask in disbelief. “This is absolutely ridiculous! Why apply to be a guard, then?”

I turn my attention to Annette’s three guards. “You may work for the Luna, but if there is ever an issue where your family is threatened you know you can come to me. Furthermore, please write up a report of Luna threatening your family. This is something that I can assure you my father will not tolerate. Please do so now, outside. Whilst I talk to my own security team.”

I motion with my head for them to leave the room, when the door shuts behind them, I stand up, looking at the five men before me as I begin to pace behind my desk slowly, the sound of my heels loud in the silent room.

“My father hand-selected all of you because he trusted you.” I begin.

shooting, and I understand they may not be

enemy can be anyone among us and the pack. No one is to be let onto the premises of that property without my or my father’s permission. That is an absolute

Sia can’t handle stressful situations, she

Blood Born. We need to

sorry Alpha, it

the job properly regardless of the risks that you all knew came with it when you accepted the hefty payments, then tell me

they’re acting – aside from Gordon, who was one of the previous ones – are now shuttling or lowering their heads like children being scolded. I don’t trust them…

Calm down, Zaia….

steps forward. “I take full responsibility for this, and you are correct, it was a dangerous mistake, one that never should have been made. Whatever you decide, Alpha Zaia, we will accept it. However, I would like one more chance, if you will. We will work harder on this, Luna’s wording was… innocent, but we have learned that no matter if it is a woman pretending to come with good intent or someone asking for help, we

places a hand on his chest, lowering his head to me, and

assured you will be under mine and the Alphas’ protection. If the Luna is threatening her own

to write their reports before motioning to them to leave. “May I have

They look at him curiously, but I nod, dismissing them. Once the door shuts behind them, I

is it?” I

impressive. My mother’s family is from France, and we often were told the story of Alphas who can summon forth their wolf at any given time, without the need of the strength

believe that it was just that, a myth. Until I saw you today, my Alpha. You are a true

a world where there is no care for our wolves, there are those who genuinely want to cherish the blessing it is

they say are men who have lost themselves to their wolves… has anyone ever tried to talk to rogues?” It’s an odd question…

few and they don’t

survival mode, wasn’t there a report from several months back about rogues in a pack? That’s new, they don’t really reside in packs usually. Can you have some of their locations

tomorrow. There is something I need

and I

Blood Born… Atticus and Sebastian need to talk. I don’t know how that will

ring, and I open my eyes, picking it up. “Hello,” I say, it’s the man I had sent

“Hello, Ma’am.”

“Have you found him?”

at the Atomic bar,” he says

That isn’t like Dad…

I will go to him.” I say, ending the call. I stand up, walking over to the window before I

can hear the children laughing and talking in the background, it seems they’ve kept him company

wish, actually I need to go get Dad. He’s down at the local bar here. It’s