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.”

a brow. “What?”

breakdown of who has entered and left the pack, Sebastian.”

massaging my temples. “This

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

it

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

hurt if I defy

I reply

ready to share, you know where I

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alone in my office

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

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 with rage and

of his forehead, feeling something buzz and then

back, revealing a metre square area. There’s a panel on it and crouching down, I place my hand on it, allowing

quickly thumb it

that has a metal 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 square

that awaits it.

over the entire surface before a faint whirring sound

it’s filled with money, papers,

boxes.

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

envelope.

italic text

wears the mark of discord, mischief

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