I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 38

A Mother Making Plans.

SEBASTIAN. She ends the call… I look down at the phone, about to type up a text to her when I pause. She needs some time.

I’ve hurt her and to make things right, I need to show her that and give her the time she needs…

I sit back in my office chair and stare at the ceiling. Her birthmark… I’ve been trying to research. that symbol for so long, maybe I need to search Blood Born and Celestial Lunar…

I will check it on my other laptop.

leave my office, locking the door behind me. The smell of coffee hits my nose before I spot her walking down the hall, holding

you are. I made you coffee. Are you turning in early today?” She asks with concern. I shake my

knowing how we aren’t on the best of terms right now, and she

tilts her head, observing me. “Sebastian, are you alright? You’ve been training extremely hard lately. I

to be ashamed about. “And is that not proper? I’m a werewolf, Mom. I find

words from Zaia’s book come back to me and I frown slightly. This conversation with Mom is something I wouldn’t have ever questioned, putting it down to her simply being

rogues, people think you’re going feral.” She says, pulling me gently into the laundry room and shutting the door.” Because you

my head. “Then you need not worry because I am not going feral. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I mutter, trying to hide my irritation. She nods, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, dear. I once said the same, and/got in so much trouble, I dared not shift

at her, before I move away, taking the mug from her and leaning against the counter. The smell of fabric softener is strong

know that I will not marry Cara. I have children Mom, and I don’t need another heir.

do you think your father and Hugh Toussaint will allow that, let alone Zaia?” She asks, surprised at

him the official heir to this pack. Look, Mom,

if she sees the children as an incentive, she’ll

what about Zaia… I hear she turned down Alpha Payne…” There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she plays right into my hands, although she’s getting a little off track.

over, but the kids. mine too, right?

of brown hair, and I can almost see