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?

Sebastian hating

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 safe. But instead, he turned his back

in my hands, brushing my hair back as

There’s so much I need

“Zaia…”

Atticus enters the room and I quickly sit up looking away as I try to

“Hey…”

has given him something for the pain for when he wakes

rest and it’s not safe.” I

men are here.” He reassures

escape and stopped those wolves that refused to pledge their allegiance to me. Even the rogues had run, clearly fearing

I ask softly. He looks down, smiling slightly, but it’s something I realise is a reflex to hide his real emotions. “Seven.” He says softly. There’s a sadness in his eyes and although he’s

so sorry,” I

they have families? Children?

More deaths…

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

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

before he stands up and takes his leave. The words are comforting… but they didn’t

the 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. Finally, the smell of blood has eased up, replaced by the citrus smell of the cleaning

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 room, they’re both fast asleep and I smile softly, feeling warmth fill

feel stronger. I fuss with the blankets before I gently check

and I gaze down at her, wishing all her pain and illness

so lightly, not wanting to get this filthy blood

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

smokes There’s a deep frown on his face and I don’t know what to say. I walk to my suitcase and take out some yoga pants and a tank top and head to the bathroom to

“He says when I’m about to step into

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

it in the best way I possibly could. I’m trying.” I reply quietly. I don’t want to argue, not

in my mind and the way I mercilessly flung his heart into the woods. I swallow as I

this tomorrow?

just… want to be

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

like I said, I messed

know where you stand in this twisted play of destiny

life. Your recklessness and your ego- “Please stop.” I plead quietly. My heart is thundering, and I look up at

to hold me. He looks down at

“Zaia-”

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

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

hold on tight, as if he might just slip away. That maybe

he kisses the

His voice

killed him without any hesitation.’ I whisper through the bond.