I Am The Luna

Chapter 46 A Talk

SEBASTIAN. “Get my car ready. I’m going to head out.” I say through the phone to my driver, pausing when the news playing on the television catches my attention.

‘… outside the Stanton Hotel Building. The mass shooting has left nineteen confirmed dead on the scene with three in critical condition and another injured when she tried to tackle the attacker…”

My heart thuds as I stare at the screen. The Stanton Hotel, Zaia’s there. She was meeting Harrison there. “The following video is from the hotel itself and contains extremely distressing footage…”

The screen switches from the news reporter to a video of a man on a bike smashing straight into a car on purpose.

The scene unfolds. My heart is in my mouth when I see a redheaded woman pulled away as her men surround her. The people are blurred out, but why do I feel it’s her?

Zaia. I’m rooted to my spot as I watch the blurred- out people drop like flies.

Zaia… Her men are killed, and I see her pick something up before she runs . Fuck, get out of there! Is she ok? My hands are shaking as I dial her number, It’s switched off.

Fuck! I don’t have her main number! I’m about to call Jai for it when the news reporter captures my attention.

“The woman now identified as Businesswoman Zaia Toussaint, heir and CEO of the Toussaint Empire and daughter of the business tycoon, Hugh Toussaint, is hailed a hero. When she spotted an unknowing girl crossing the road and saw the shooter turn his attention to her, she ran out and tackled him to the ground. Despite her efforts, he managed to injure her and get away before the police arrived at the scene…”

Is she fucking crazy?

My heart is thumping as I stare at the Television screen. “Police are now on the hunt for the shooter, someone who is deemed a risk to the city and its people… this is Pamela Greenfield…”

I turn, running to the door as I dial Daniel’s number. “Fine out where Zaia Toussaint is currently! According to the news, she was injured today.” I snarl. 1

“Yes, boss!” My phone beeps as an incoming call comes through. Frowning, I cut the call with Daniel and stare at the name that is emblazoned across my screen.

course, he would have

he

need to talk, King. Come to the Edmond Wall Hospital immediately, and do not question me because I am ready to unleash hell on not only your company but your

caring that he just threatened my pack. I need to get to her. I know where she is now, and I will

Was she hurt badly?

and scan the news articles on my phone, it’s spreading online like wildfire. She was shot in

uneasy. Is it a coincidence or is it the same person? “Step on it!” I growl, and the driver instantly speeds up. I reach the hospital fast enough and make my way inside. Two of my men escort me to the entrance

men from afar. I approach one of them. He’s a werewolf and from his pack and he’s watching me keenly, knowing exactly who I am. “Tell

resist showing my irritation as I wait. After a few moments, he mutters an affirmation before he motions me to follow him, taking me down a corridor which is heavily

stable…” I hear one of the doctors murmur to another. “She was incredibly brave

I’m led down a side corridor

I look at the hospital bed. Her eyes are shut, and she’s hooked up to a machine as well as a blood bag. She’s wearing a pale blue hospital gown, her breasts

I step inside, wanting to go to her side, but I am instantly grabbed by the guards. I let out a menacing snarl, throwing them off me. “Remember who you are manhandling.” I

says coldly. “Let him

a beast… can’t you control the animal within you?” He sneers and as much as I want to punch that arrogant look on his

see me, but it does not mean your men nor you

the very core. He may be her father,

thunders as he crosses the

reason? “Who fucking else!” he snarls, shoving something into my chest. I glare at him, snatching up the card,

an intimate position. There’s no way to deny that when her skirt is up around her

you can only see the side of her thigh… the bold writing at the bottom

HIM A

TIME IT WILL BE YOUR BLOOD,

AND THAT OF YOUR

CHILDREN COVERING THE

FROM SEBASTIAN

OR ELSE.

I did a good job

There’s no denying the clothes

scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So, what do you have to say?” he hisses, turning sharply towards me. “Nothing comes to mind? When will you stop playing with my

quietly, staring at the paper. “This was the reason I divorced her to begin with,