I Am The Luna

“Think Zaia… think…” I mutter as I feel under the floorboards once again. I need it, not only to track the Sable but to find Dad. Those I have sent out to search for him have so far found nothing, as I feared.

I refuse to let this put me down. This goal is all that is keeping me going strong. I’m desperate for some kind of victory as I sit there trying to think where it could be.

Mom said… our old home…

Could she possibly mean the house we lived in right after Dad and her split?

I tilt my head before I quickly begin putting the floorboards back. I have to hurry, in case someone finds out I’m here. The dust is no longer coating the planks as it was before I touched them, but there is little I can do.

I just hope no one realises someone’s been here, or that I may have found the Moon Dust; I don’t want them to know that either.

Once everything is put back to the best of my capabilities, I leave the way I entered, through the back. Pausing in the door, I look at the house Mom lived in. She didn’t like Sebastian, yet she came here, to this pack for me.

I feel the same wave of guilt that has refused to leave me since her death, and I close the door after me, not looking back. There are things we cannot change… we must simply learn from them.

I return to my car and decide that there is no point in delaying looking in the other house and so I drive towards Dad’s pack. I call Jai, deciding to tell him I’ll be late, as I have some things to do.

“Zaia, all ok?”

late, I have something I need to do.” “Zaia, please don’t do this alone.

are just some things I

just take care

“I will.”

I end the call. A sudden

want with it that made him torture Mom for answers? They know where we are… unlike us, who have no idea where they are located. My heart is racing and I’m sure it isn’t

a reason they want the Moon Dust, and I need to make sure they never get their hands on it. With that in mind, I press my foot down on the accelerator, speeding up as I race towards Dad’s

the question never

Why?

reach Dad’s pack and I lower the window, so the guards can see who I am. The entrance to the pack

if we check the trunk, Alpha?” “Of course,” I say. Those are the rules I set. I can’t afford any carelessness. They instantly open the

guards, says as he approaches the car and lowers his head politely. “You

to the inner parts of the pack for their

do.” I say, “I wanted to

mother refused to leave her room and commanded food to be left

hadn’t even seen her for days.” I say dismissively. “If we don’t get the answers, I’ll question them myself. I want answers,

be at the Pack House in about an

“Yes, Alpha!”

steering wheel tightly. I will find the answers,

up outside the house where Mom and I once stayed, realising I didn’t consider the chance that

get to the under-the-stair closet in someone else’s home? A sudden thought comes to me and taking a deep breath, I step out

forties.

“Hello… Mr…”

“Grant, Alpha.”

“Mr Grant…”

force a smile, pretending to be upset, although it’s not hard when so many things are pushing me to the edge. One thought of Sebastian’s betrayal or Mom’s death brings tears to my eyes, and I take a deep,

forgive me for intruding… I don’t know if you know, but this is the house

“I’m so sorry. I do remember hearing that. I

I could have a moment to look around.” I

Right away, come on in Alpha.” He says, quickly stepping aside. I step inside, my eyes going to the under -the-stairs closet. Could it be

inside… but how do I send him away? I walk down the hallway. It’s changed a lot, but even then, the echoes of moments spent in these halls fill my

inside! Mommy! Look what I found! Zaia! Dinner is ready Oh, my favourite… Zaia, will

mind, and I’m not