I Am The Luna

Chapter 105

“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?”

be a little late, I have something I need to do.” “Zaia, please don’t

some things I need to do alone. “I’ll be

just take care of

“I will.”

emotions consumes me as I end the call. A sudden thought enters my mind, and I almost hit the

unlike us, who have no idea where they are located. My heart is racing and I’m sure it isn’t simply, so I don’t get my hands on it, there has to be

a reason they want the Moon Dust, and I need to make sure they never get their hands on it. With

question never leaves my

Why?

the guards can see who I am. The entrance to the pack is heavily guarded on

are the rules I set. I can’t afford any carelessness. They

guards, says as he approaches the car and

relocated to the inner parts of the pack

things to do.” I say, “I wanted to come check how the questioning

feel worried when your mother refused to leave her room and commanded food to

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

and I put the car into drive. “I will be at the Pack House in about an hour’s time. Bring them all there for questioning, including the guards who have

“Yes, Alpha!”

up and drive off, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I will find the answers, one

Mom and I once stayed, realising I didn’t consider

and taking a deep breath, I step out

a man in his late forties. “Hello…

“Hello… Mr…”

“Grant, Alpha.”

“Mr Grant…”

the edge. One thought of Sebastian’s betrayal or Mom’s

is the house that I grew up in… with my mother.” I say, wrapping

I do remember hearing that. I am sorry about your mother. I truly

if I could have a moment to look around.” I say quietly. “Just one final time to reminisce about

quickly stepping aside. I step inside, my eyes going to the under

away? I walk down the hallway. It’s changed a lot, but even then, the echoes of moments spent in these halls fill

my favourite… Zaia, will

around my mind, and I’m not prepared

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