I Am The Luna

Chapter 97

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

to be ok… or simply

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

tears but I can’t cry. There’s so much I need to do

“Zaia…”

look up when Atticus enters the room and I quickly sit up looking away as

“Hey…”

him something for the pain for when he wakes up. I’m going to

rest and it’s not

here.” He reassures

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

down, smiling slightly, but it’s something I realise is a reflex to hide his real emotions. “Seven.” He says softly.

sorry,” I

they have families?

More deaths…

and my pack is ready.” He kneels before me and gives my

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 home in my pack would

my hair back, and I

I say before he stands up and takes his leave. The words are comforting… but

blood. Once everything is done and I have rolled the rug away, not wanting the children to see any signs of this tomorrow, I mop the entire floor.

is clean and I’ve disposed of the bloody clothes and towels, I head upstairs. I pop into the children’s room, they’re both

blankets before I gently check Sia’s pulse, frowning. It’s

turning onto her back and I gaze down at

going to make you better. I peck them ever so lightly, not wanting to get this filthy blood

nervous. I’m not 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 is the smell of smoke. Then I see him standing

hands; he rarely smokes There’s a deep frown on his face and I don’t know what to say. I walk to my suitcase

fucked up. “He says when I’m about to step into the bathroom, making

as if I’ve just been

way I possibly could. I’m trying.” I reply quietly. I don’t want to argue,

way I mercilessly flung his heart into the woods. I swallow as

do this tomorrow?

want

a clear warning, Zaia, a fucking warning not to go anywhere with them and you did just that.” He says as he advances on me. Our eyes meet and I’m just

I said, I messed

I know where you stand in this twisted play of destiny

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

to hold me. He looks down

“Zaia-”

he looks into my eyes, his soften. There’s regret, guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me

eyes, sinking into his embrace. Sparks course through me, but more than that it’s the warmth and

his waist, never wanting to let go. His heart is thudding hard and so is mine as I hold on tight, as

down my cheeks as he kisses

His voice is quiet

killed him without any hesitation.’ I whisper through the

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