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.”

look up and raise a

who has entered and left the pack,

shake my head, massaging my temples. “This hangover is rough.”

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

made it

was my life on the line, I wouldn’t care, but she’s the target. She’s the one

I

sorry…” I reply quietly.

know where I

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snap, leaving me alone in my office which stinks of

before walking over to the door and locking

push my desk back, pulling the rug 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

of his forehead, feeling something buzz and then a

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 my hand.

I quickly thumb it in and finally… the

tag at the 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

that awaits it.

surface before a faint whirring sound comes

with

boxes.

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

envelope.

paper, reading the italic text

the mark of discord,

that makes my heart race, but the image itself. Despite how battered it has become over the years, it’s clear. An ancient symbol that