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…

come,” I say gently, holding my

and once again I’m hit

I need you, Dad…

I can’t lose him.

he asks, glancing around the graveyard of The Dark Hollow

besides, she’s closest to

Mom once told me, she wished to be buried away from The Crystal Shadow Pack. That she refuses to be buried in a pack

not sure what stood any longer, but I couldn’t ignore that order of hers from

nods. “Well,

the Sable are listening in on our conversations. We have been

I am going to meet him later since neither of us trusted discussing

over the phone.

to admit it, but I barely trust

and head to the safe

strew. I have some work

as if

smile and shake

to take care of your mental and

you doing that?” Dad asks

to that, and I motion

getting better, I also know it’s not

Valerie, finding out that Atticus is her brother made her warm up to him a

I also can’t tell anyone openly in case we’re being watched, even inside our

easily, not when he had a mission to accomplish. I hope he’s safe and that we

to the Toussaint business

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

go-ahead. Yet again another reminder that I have to keep my chin

the file after we have both signed the papers, and he’s ready for the official proposal to go

this project to you, Ms Toussaint, and

Harrison. I do appreciate it. We will not

call the hard part. Bringing the

details finalised, I think this part will be fairly smooth and if there are any blips, then that is my job to handle,” I

confidence! Ah, before I forget, the files… Here.” He rummages

He didn’t need to

of his suit jacket and slips out of

I’m in the Toussaint building, but we all agreed it would be the safest place for a meeting considering all that has happened

back to the desk

project. Why would

uneasy, I flip

How strange…

more to

there poison on

sniff it

Is it a warning?

there’s a knock on the

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

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

“Afternoon Ms Toussaint.”

reply as I sit

call me that.” He says, sauntering over to my desk as the door

that and people will think we

bad thing.”

I don’t know what to make

it to you… have you handled