I Am The Luna

ZAIA.

I pull on my jacket, glancing at the unmade bed. Sebastian had left early and I’m about to leave for Dad’s pack.

Since I’ve awoken I feel uneasy. I know something isn’t right at Dad’s pack and although I have taken every precaution possible, I still feel on edge. Am I missing something vital?

I rush through a meeting with Mr Harrison. With everything going on, it’s been exhausting but I can’t afford to lose the deal.

I text Dad telling him I’ll be there by noon, although I planned to get there sooner. I’ve also left Sebastian a message telling him I’m leaving since his phone is switched off.

“Alright guys, I’m off,” I say, poking my head through the door of Jai’s room. The kids are playing on the carpet and Valerie is sitting on the bed beside Jai and they were clearly mid- conversation.

Something’s changed between them, I can tell from the way Jai has his leg propped up and Valerie is leaning ever so slightly against it. I hope they have made some amendments. I truly hope so, they both deserve happiness, and I can tell they love one another.

“Take care of yourself, Sebastian going with you?” Jai asks from where he’s leaning against the headboard. I shake my head. “No, I’ll have my guards and some of Atticus’s men,” I say as I enter the room and kneel beside the kids, giving them both a kiss.

This time I didn’t even expect Sebastian to go with me… I guess I need to be more independent, and he doesn’t seem to want to accompany me. I wonder why, but I’m not brave enough to ask him… I just wish I had seen him once before I left.

He doesn’t realise just how much his presence gives me strength, how his simple words of encouragement make me feel like I can take on the world. Jai frowns but says nothing.

“Atticus isn’t either?” Valerie asks.

“No, he needs to handle security around both packs and make sure we are fully equipped. I’m hoping Sebastian managed to get some stuff sorted, although I’m not sure exactly what he’s working on.” I reply.

Hugging the children goodbye, I take my leave. Wondering exactly what Dad wanted to talk about. He sounded…. strange. I am on alert, but what if someone has gotten to him?

I’ll be careful… I have a plan and one I hope gives me the upper hand if this ends up being some kind of trap. I will just need some help. Help from someone I really don’t want to ask for help from, but I have no other option right now.

I now pull up on the corner of our previous home and look in the mirror. I’m wearing a blond wig and have put on several additional layers of clothes. A cap and glasses, just like our housekeeper.

of the female warriors of Atticus’s pack. She is now travelling in my place towards this pack, and

small red car, passing through security with ease. I had called Sebastian twice, but

I couldn’t risk anyone knowing. I plan to go inside and ask Mom to call Dad and from there,

the large bags of groceries and bend over as if the bags weigh a lot; I pretend to struggle as

scan

step inside and spot two guards who seem to be on break as they hang around looking bored near

unlocked the gate, of course, they won’t suspect me… As long as

placing the bags down first, with my hand on my hip, just as I have seen our housekeeper do for years. If someone is watching us or has cameras, I can’t let anyone suspect us. Almost

quiet, and I place the bags into the coat closet before I begin searching around the house for Mom. I know the staff has been in

wrong. I can’t forgive her for all her lies. Yes,

is here… I was told I’d be notified if

the stairs when I find she is not anywhere downstairs and head towards her bedroom. I knock on the door lightly, waiting for an answer, there is nothing. but I frown,

Is she asleep?

I knock again.

the stairs, hoping no one showed up like the actual housekeeper. The guards

louder. The door is

to focus on any sound. My eyes blaze as I hone in

louder, my voice ringing

think I hear

“Mom?”

and my senses are screaming at

I focus on the door as I slowly put distance between myself and the door. My

deep breath as I run at the door and slam my

the thud. Even if there is carpet, it is still loud. I look up and my heart almost stops when I see Mom lying on her bed,

a lot of weight and bruises fresh and old cover her body. She’s injured. I can see bloodstains on the bed

I rush to her side, unable to stop my hands from

are tears in her swollen bruised eyes, old make-up streaks cover her face, and I can tell from the odour she has not bathed

her mouth. She hisses as I try to help her sit and I realise one of

my child!” She

look around. She needs

when she calls me. “There’s no time, Zaia, please go,” she whispers, her

not leaving you,” I reply firmly, rushing to the bed again. “Who did this?” I ask, my

fill with tears. “They came… they wanted it… you have to go.

clenching. I feel guilty. I left her and this is what happened. I shouldn’t have let and sadness get in the way! my hurt Her tears flow, and she

mother who was always ready to

Goddess!

her eyes. “Zade… Zade he- his left eye, it’s not normal. There’s something more… he…

but there’s only silence. Standing up, I strip out of several layers

but I don’t trust using my phone not knowing who I can call.

strange message is now making me worry about him, too. What if they got him,

brother – Zade, he is part of the Sable… What does he look like?” I ask,

could they

hair, grey eyes, but one- one eye

else that you can tell me about? Who did this?” I ask gently, knowing she couldn’t tell me those who attacked us back when

tenses. “It was Zade… he did this…” She closes her eyes as another wave

How could he…

to know. I have to tell you where the dust is,” she whispers, suddenly looking at

Moon Dust.