I Am The Luna

Chapter 73

A Memory

NEW YEARS DAY OVER FOUR YEARS AGO

VALERIE. “It’s so late.” I massage the back of my neck as I step into my apartment. We had left the Whispering Mountain Pack after midnight and the journey wasn’t too short.

I yawn, pausing as I stretch when I hear the faint creak of a floorboard, making me freeze. It’s not a violent stormy night that the wind would cause the apartment to creak.

I tilt my head, but there’s nothing more and I almost smile. Why am I being so paranoid? I walk to the fridge, grabbing myself a bottle of water; gulp it down and look through some papers. I have work in the morning.

I sit down at the counter, skimming through one of the reports of a big operation we have tomorrow when I think I hear something again.

Tilting my head, I pause, I really am imagining things. I shake my head. Well, I should shower and get to bed. I need to get out of this dress too.

I get up and walk to the bedroom. Sighing, I mull over everything with Zaia. I hate how life has done her dirty. I wish there was more I could do for her.

I’ll keep sending her the antidote, and I’ll keep checking her bloods but it’s just not enough. Fucking stupid alpha!

That stupid bitch Annalise!

Karma. Karma will bite their ass.

I walk to my bedroom, pausing when I see it standing ajar. Strange, I’m sure I shut the door when I left. I specifically remember trapping my dress in it and then opening it, pulling out the dress and then closing it…

Darkness. I groan in annoyance. “Do I even

about to turn to leave the room when I see a slight movement from the corner of my eye. On reflex, I turn sharply, my heart dropping when I see the tall, masked man who stands in the corner behind the door. He’s in baggy clothing with his hood up, his head

the same time, and I instantly grab the small vanity table that stands beside the door, lifting it up and swinging it at him with all my might. He

no match for him! I need

two steps out of the bedroom when he grabs my dress, yanking me back into the room and kicking

about to shout for help, but his gloved hand covers my mouth.

A what?

that is! You got the wrong person!” I say as he grabs me by the arm and violently throws me onto the bed and climbs on top of

let me see if there’s a

will you let me go?” I ask, my heart

hand wraps around my throat squeezing tightly. He pauses slightly, and at that

confusion fills me. He was asleep in the car ten minutes ago. “If you really aren’t, then, of course,’ he says, caressing my cheek. “But one sound and

if I tell him I know… he might just kill me… even if he’s wearing that black mask. I remain frozen as he moves my head

sweat, sensing his anger rising as he

has he found on my head? “Ah… there it is…” he yanks my

I manage to throw him back. My

eyes! I’m using them! It’s rare for a werewolf to be able to do this, but I guess my emotions

him off, but not for long as he grabs my arm, yanking me to the ground. I grab the bed sheets trying to pull myself up but it’s futile and I only manage to drag the bedding

intense pain ricochets through my head. I let out a choked

but the pain is too much. “I’ll destroy it,” He hisses, as he keeps striking my head, bludgeoning it with the hammer. My ears are ringing and then…

blow is dragging me into the darkness and that silver light…

is it… I

being split open and the pain- it’s… too

the most excruciating

(PRESENT)

I’m

can feel the ghostly pain in my head lingering.

thought much

the amount of stitches and damage her head had, there’s a possibility it was just hidden and once her hair began growing, we wouldn’t have noticed

but it was too much, and I am left shaken. Zaia wraps her arms around me.

looking at Sebastian. They were the ones who apparently found me… but at the same time, it’s obvious they

I ask, wondering what they’ll say. “Someone peeped through the eyehole, but no one answered the door so Seb broke

bedroom, I think we might have come just in time,” Sebastian says. Zion’s watching us curiously. For a three-year-old, my

Jai’s eyes are soft and full of concern as he watches me. “He told me

us,” Sebastian says quietly. “I initially thought he had jumped

frowning. Does she trust Sebastian? I look

twin,” I say quietly. “You aren’t the first

long ago, a shooter on a bike attacked me, killing countless people and several of my guards. I managed to get his visor up and although I said to the police, I didn’t see him… his eyes were just like Bastian’s,” Zaia

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