I Am The Luna

ZAIA.

I know I should have listened to him, but I truly believed I was doing the right thing. I honestly didn’t think things would end up this bad. The festering thoughts aren’t easing up, and I feel mentally exhausted.

“Go with him. Show Atticus his room. I’ll clean this up. “I tell Valerie gently. She’s shaken by it all, and I know she’s going through a lot. I hope she at least realises she does love him.

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

She nods and I give her a smile, watching Atticus lift him carefully. “You did amazingly. Now go with him.” I whisper to her.

She’s about to say something, but instead, she simply smiles and nods before she helps Atticus with Jai, supporting his head. She’s got blood in her hair and over her clothes, but like me, she has far bigger things to be concerned about.

They leave the room and my smile fades as I slowly drop into one of the chairs, my face falling. No longer able to keep the mask of strength on my face.

Everything went wrong tonight… This was not what I was expecting to happen.

I wanted to make things right between the rogues and us, to prove that they were just like us… But they’re not, and the painful truth is they don’t like us and never wanted to create an alliance of peace.

Then Jai, Jai shouldn’t have gotten hurt He almost died because of me… How many more people’s lives will I be responsible for in the war that I have created?

I’m terrified. Terrified of what I can possibly do… I killed someone with no hesitation and the most chilling part is, I know I’ll do it all over again if I have to. I look down at my blood-covered hands. Look at the blood behind my fingernails…

Who am I becoming?

Do I even recognise myself?

hating what I’m

aren’t I? I wanted him to pull me into his arms and tell me it’s going to be ok… or simply just an embrace, glad that I am home, and

brushing my hair back as I try to pull myself from my spiralling

eyes sting with tears but I can’t cry. There’s so much I need to do and

“Zaia…”

Atticus enters the room and I quickly sit up looking away

“Hey…”

room. Valerie has given him something for the pain for when he wakes up. I’m going to head

Stay, you need rest and

here.” He reassures

were the ones who helped us escape and stopped those wolves that refused to pledge their allegiance to me. Even the rogues had run, clearly fearing their lives. It’s all a mess. I

hide his real emotions. “Seven.” He says softly. There’s a sadness

sorry,”

have

More deaths…

and my pack is ready.” He kneels before

you did what you thought was right. We all misjudge situations. You were incredible out there. I’m damn proud of you. Who would have thought the pregnant woman seeking a

brushes my hair back,

I say before he stands up and takes his leave. The words are comforting… but they didn’t come from the

away, not wanting the children to see any signs of this tomorrow, I mop the entire floor. Finally, the smell

shirt we had in the getaway car, and I’m still covered in blood. I need a bath Once everything is clean and I’ve disposed of the bloody clothes and towels, I head upstairs. I pop into the children’s

blankets before I

down at her, wishing

will be ok, my angel. We are going to make you better. I peck them ever so lightly, not wanting to

sure Sebastian is in there, but if he is… he’s going to be angry. I enter the room, and the first thing that hits me

ever as he leans against the wall with a cigarette in his hands; he rarely smokes There’s a deep frown on his face and I don’t know

you fucked up. “He says when I’m about to step

look over at him, feeling as if I’ve just been punched in the

a mistake, but I also handled it in the best way I possibly

fading before my eyes replays in my mind and the way I mercilessly flung his heart into the woods. I swallow as I look at the man I

tomorrow? I’m tired.” I

just… want

We’re doing this now. I gave you a clear warning, Zaia, a fucking warning not to go anywhere with them and you did just that.”

said, I messed up, I

I know where you

and your ego- “Please stop.” I plead quietly. My heart

hold me. He

“Zaia-”

my eyes, his soften. There’s regret, guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me by my arm and yanks me close, wrapping his arms tightly around

into his embrace. Sparks course through me, but more than that it’s the warmth and power of his embrace that cocoon me in

waist, never wanting to let go. His heart is thudding hard and so is mine as I hold on tight, as if he might just slip away. That maybe this is all a dream and I’m going to lose him… all over

he kisses the

cry.” His voice is

through