I Am The Luna

A week has passed, and I feel… empty.

The moment Atticus mentioned it, there were so many emotions that I was left to deal with.

Anger, betrayal, regret, pain, guilt and sadness.

My emotions became an ocean I was drowning in, struggling to stay afloat… but I let go, allowing the emotions to consume me… until I no longer felt anything.

When your emotions are no longer blinding you, things become clearer. Just as I now paid attention to what Sebastian had said before he left. That he had something to do. If I paid.

enough attention, I would have realised before I overrode security. He had already locked himself out of the pack.

He had warned us too about the rogues, just as Atticus had mentioned. The cryptic remarks, the way he looked at me, the fear that something would happen it was all valid.

And then, our little Sia, I should have realised he’d do anything for her. I just wish he told me so I would understand. Did breaking my heart help him?

But I can’t be selfish. My feelings are not important in comparison to our daughter’s health. I would do anything for her and if he succeeds in getting that cure, I will be forever in his debt.

Sebastian’s and my trust have never been perfect and I realise that we are just not compatible. Our relationship just isn’t at that level where we could not live without one another.

Perhaps I was too stupid, but to Sebastian, this was just a relationship, not his world. I thought this time around I wasn’t so clingy, but I clearly don’t love right.

Where do I lack?

That is a question I’ll always ask myself, but never voice.

For our children, I hope he makes it and that he accomplishes what I have never been able to do. Heal Sia… that thought brings me hope.

Even the moon cannot heal things that are man made. I glance up as a sharp wind blows and observe Dad, who now turns away from Mom’s grave.

Mom’s funeral was held a few days ago and seeing Dad’s state, the way he’s hiding what he’s truly feeling breaks me a little more.

He was cheated on by Mom… but he still loved her, just as Sebastian has hurt me, yet I can’t help but love him. But that doesn’t mean I can’t forgive him, it just means I will never be able to accept him back into my life.

But I can relate to Dad in a way. The pain our mates caused us would always remain, despite the love we feel too.

If we make it out of this alive…

holding my

again I’m hit with the painful reminder that

I need you, Dad…

I can’t lose him.

you think burying her here was ideal?” he asks, glancing around the graveyard

for some years. I think she’ll be fine… besides, she’s

The Crystal Shadow Pack. That she refuses to be buried in a pack where her mate’s mistress

not sure what stood any longer, but I

“Well, what

the Sable are listening in on our conversations. We have been intercepted twice on trips and I’ve grown

found something, and I am going to

over the phone.

to admit it, but

should rest, and head to

made a yummy strew. I have some work to

treating me as if I’m

and shake

need to take care of

you doing that?”

answer to that, and I motion for my guards to take him

available and although I am getting better, I also know it’s not

her warm up to him

tell anyone openly in case

that day, and I hope Sebastian is alive- no I know he’s alive. He wouldn’t die so easily, not when he had a mission to accomplish. I hope he’s safe and that we havé

to the Toussaint business

that the world carries on even when things are rough. For those on the

happy with the final draft and wants to give us the go-ahead. Yet again another reminder that I have to keep

signed the papers, and he’s ready for the official

am happy that I gave this project to you, Ms

We will not disappoint.” I reply gracefully,

the hard part. Bringing the

if there are any blips, then that is my job to handle,” I say as I walk him

“I do like your confidence! Ah, before I forget, the files… Here.” He

to give me

button of his suit jacket and slips out of the room before I can

the Toussaint building, but we all agreed it would be the safest place for

back to the desk and open

project. Why would he give

I flip

How strange…

the file, thinking there has to be more

there poison on the

sniff it but

Is it a warning?

there’s a knock

I say, looking up to see the door open to reveal Atticus standing there, briefcase in hand. “Ah, perfect.” My

face, I am certain that the briefcase he is carrying contains some

“Afternoon Ms Toussaint.”

Payne,” I reply as I sit

when you call me that.” He says, sauntering over to my desk as the door slowly thuds shut behind

people

a bad thing.” He

shake my head as I stand up. “Mr Harrsion gave me these and I don’t know what to make of

told him to give it to you… have you handled these with bare