I Am The Luna

I look down at my gun on the bed and trying to keep my heart steady, I grab the gun and spin around, swinging it at the person creeping up on me.

It’s a man. He’s tall and clearly well- built, wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s all I see as a low snarl escapes him and he shoves me back with immense force.

Blindly, I pull the trigger on the gun. The sound is loud as the bullet hits the ceiling. The man is on top of me fast, his knee to my stomach as he throws me onto the bed, grabbing my hair as he hits me across the face.

I kick out blindly, trying to get up, only for the man to throw a punch at me. I can taste blood in my mouth as I struggle to free myself and roll off the bed, hitting the carpeted floor.

This man is strong.

Everything is happening so fast and the way he’s moving, I can tell he is not new to this. He’s wearing a baseball cap that covers his eyes and although I’m trying to get a look at him, I’m unable to.

He grabs hold of my ankle when I try to kick him and yanks my legs out from under me, but this time I’m ready and I don’t plan to go down that easily this time.

I’m unable to pull the trigger on the gun that I’m still holding, but twisting, I slam the end of it into his crotch with all the strength I can muster, a low growl ripping from my throat.

He grunts and lets go of me, yanking the gun from my hold and swinging it at me despite clutching his crotch. I jump to my feet, breathing hard.

you?” I ask, my voice shaking. He doesn’t reply, and he’s recovered fast, rushing at

with all force, throwing him to the ground. His aura fills the room, and he growls menacingly. I can hear shouting

door before he looks back at me and I’m looking into a pair of grey eyes,

slightly, and my heart skips a

is deep yet soft, rhythmic even,

know who

like Dad. His eyes are the colour of Mom’s, but there’s a coldness to them,

“Zade,” I say quietly.

and I see the glimmer of

who

do. You look just like Dad.” I say. “And you have

you did,” he says with such confidence it makes my heart

“No, I didn’t.”

alive when I left her several minutes earlier.” He whispers challengingly. “You’re sick,” I say, trying to control

might still wake

before he swings his fist at me. I duck, kicking out at his feet from

The shout from a guard

him glance towards

He’s about to run to the window and I throw myself at him,

Just a bit longer!

with such power I go flying across the room and hit the

wall. Pain rushes through my head, as the door is thrown open just as Zade jumps through the window smashing

of the guards shouts as

scramble to my feet. “Out the window! Secure the area! Capture him! We have a killer out there!” I shout

“Take the staff into custody, I want

more men rush from the room, and I touch the back of my head.

Blood.

pounding incessantly, and I can barely see straight. I walk over to the bed, as I watch one of the guards