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.

voice comes. I switch off my phone, slip it into my pocket and leave my office, locking the door behind me. The smell of coffee hits my nose before I

early today?” She asks with concern. I shake my head. “No, I was getting some work done. Where

now, and she tilts her head. “Out. He’s gone with his friends for their weekly game

her head, observing me. “Sebastian, are you alright? You’ve been training extremely hard lately. I heard…” She glances around as if someone might see us. “I heard you have been shifting

to be ashamed about. “And is that not proper? I’m a werewolf, Mom. I find peace when I embrace that side of me.” I

something I wouldn’t have ever questioned, putting it down to her simply being a concerned mother. But now it’s showing me how much we

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

shake 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

The smell of fabric softener is strong

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

and Hugh Toussaint will allow that, let alone Zaia?” She

her. Just when he’s older, I’ll make him the official heir to this pack. Look, Mom, if I’m ever going to win some favour in Zaia’s eyes where she allows me to see the children then I don’t

she sees the children as an incentive,

a sparkle in her eyes as she plays

are over, but the kids. mine too, right? So, tell Dad that you don’t want Cara as your daughter-in-law.

tilting her head of brown hair, and I can almost see the cogs working. I sip my coffee, allowing her to ponder over everything I have just