I Am The Luna

Chapter 0018

That’s when things got darker and the beginning of my worries started.

“Sebastian?”

I look up to see Jai’s eyes filled with concern.

“You spaced.”

“Sorry, I was thinking…”

A tense silence falls between us, and he looks at me. “I am your friend before I am

your Beta Sebastian. If something is troubling you, tell me. You know you can trust

me.”

”

“It’s nothing.” I brush it off, not wanting to discuss it.

Dad is already pushing me into a corner, forcing my hand when it comes to the business, Mom is angry at me. Goddess knows where Zaia is and how she’s doing.

The thoughts given birth by fear are clawing to the forefront of my mind.

What if in my attempts to protect her I have put her in worse danger? 14

“I’ll find out as fast as possible.”

raise a brow. “What?”

breakdown of who has entered and left the

head, massaging my temples. “This hangover is

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up. He’s upset, because I’m not telling him,

it is made it clear

it was my life on the line, I wouldn’t care, but

if I defy them.

sorry…” I

know where I am.” The door

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me alone in my office which

draw the blinds shut before walking over to the door and locking it.

up and move the chair away, before turning and walking to the large 3D artwork that hangs behind my desk, depicting a wolf. His eyes filled with rage and his fangs

place my finger on the centre of his forehead, feeling something buzz

desk usually stands, watching as the panels move back, revealing a metre square area. There’s a panel on it and crouching down, I place my hand on it, allowing it to scan

screen and I quickly thumb it in and

end that I always wear underneath my clothes. Clicking on the small indent, it clicks and a slim intricate key–like panel pops out. I remove it and place it into the small square

that awaits it.

entire surface before a faint whirring sound comes from it and the door of the safe swings open. 2

metre deep, and it’s filled with

boxes.

it with a pin, and flip it open, taking out the yellowed paper that’s been torn from an old

envelope.

the italic text

wears the mark

it has become over the years, it’s clear. An ancient symbol that does not align with any language, but what gets to me is that it’s identical to Zaia’s birthmark that sits on the side of her left breast… 2