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

ok… or simply just an embrace, glad that I am home, and safe. But

my hands, brushing my hair back as I try to

so much

“Zaia…”

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

“Hey…”

the pain for when he wakes

need rest and it’s not safe.”

men are here.” He

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 will have to go there and figure out how

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 trying

so sorry,”

have families? Children?

More deaths…

is ready.” He kneels before me and gives my

you. Who would

brushes my hair

The words are comforting… but they didn’t come from the man I

cleaning up 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

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

the blankets before

turning onto her back and I gaze down

I peck them ever so lightly, not wanting to get this filthy blood on

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 there. He’s only in a pair of sweatpants and he’s

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 what to say. I walk to my suitcase and take out

address that you fucked up. “He says when I’m about to step into the

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

also handled it in the best way I possibly could. I’m trying.”

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

we do this tomorrow?

just… want to

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.

I said,

you stand in this twisted play of destiny

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

to hold me. He looks down at

“Zaia-”

guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me by my

breath hitches as I close my eyes, sinking into his embrace. Sparks course through me, but more than that it’s the warmth and power of his embrace that cocoon me in this blanket of

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

my cheeks as he kisses the top of my dirty

voice

him without any hesitation.’ I whisper through the bond. ‘I wanted him dead for his