I Am The Luna

69. A Triquetra

SEBASTIAN. If I could take away all her worries I would. Night has fallen and we’re in the woods where she had decided to hold this gathering. She’s planning something and although I don’t know the details, I’m worried about her.

She’s dressed in a white simple dress, and nude-coloured sandals and her hair is open. She’s wearing soft make- up and no jewellery but something about her tonight looks extremely alluring and even ethereal. She is a beauty, one that nothing can compare to, and her amethyst eyes are vibrant.

The symbols on her arms from the henna stain have faded, but they are still visible, and she keeps looking at them. I don’t miss the fact she’s holding the book that contains the little information regarding the Blood Born.

She’s going to do something tonight, but when I asked her, she simply said she knows what she’s doing and to trust her.

I’m worried she’s keeping too much inside. She’s been on the brink of breaking down a couple of times but she’s pushing through. I’m just going crazy, worried that something will happen soon, and it will be the final nail in the coffin for her and it ends up being too much for her. I don’t want her to break down because she’s doing far too much.

It’s windy tonight, but the moon is glowing through the trees. I like the night, the feel of nature around me, the rustle of the wind through the leaves and the smell of the earth beneath my feet.

This is where I feel most at peace. The perfect night for a run. I look around the trees. I had settled for sweatpants and a t-shirt, but there’s clearly many here in suits and formal attire…

The glances I’m getting are filled with curiosity, nervousness, and even fear. It’s a little amusement and I bring forward my wolf, letting my eyes glow in the night, and I almost smirk when they step back. Scared of their own kind, pathetic.

“Zaia.” That voice makes my amusement vanish and I turn when I see Atticus pull her into his arms for a hug. My eyes blaze once again, and I let my aura surge around me.

His eyes snap up to mine and he smirks, his demeanour turning colder as he slowly moves back. “Alpha Sebastian, it’s been a while.”

“Alpha Payne.” In the fucking ass. “It sure has.” He smirks and nods as Zaia looks between us, clearly not sure about how things are between us. I am tempted to punch that cocky look off his face, but for her, I decide to let him keep his teeth.

He still has his hand on her shoulder, but I’m satisfied when she moves away. The urge to crush it was extremely appealing. Zaia places her hand on my arm and smiles gently at Atticus.

behaviour, please. The both of you,” she whispers to us both. “We’re not children that we are going to start hitting one another, Zaia.” Atticus

one-on-one match with you, so I can take you to the brink of death, or

predicted, it takes Zaia a moment to comprehend what I mean, and her gorgeous amethyst

“Don’t worry too much about him, Zaia, he’s just jealous of our friendship,” he says, leaning closer to her and fucking brushing her hair back.

is just how far you

he wants to play, then so be it. “Bastien behave.” Zaia scolds, “This is not the time for

course. As long as I’m repaid.” I wink at her. She gives me a look before

begging for some attention, and I’d happily give them

turn to him smoothly. He is pushing Valerie’s wheelchair. “A

blushes before she looks at Valerie. Looking

if

beautiful, Val.” She says

replies. She’s been uneasy and has only

certain she knows something, although she says she doesn’t. She

I have everyone’s attention?” Zaia calls out. The chatter dies down as everyone turns to her. She’s nervous, her heartbeat has quickened, and it makes me wonder exactly what she’s planned. I don’t miss the way one

a small shrug before his eyes return to Valerie. She has completely ignored him, and I know he’s trying

be leaving tomorrow for the Dark Hollow Falls pack, but I am still to be the future Alpha of this pack.” Her voice rings in the night sky as she’s awarded with complete silence. “Now I know that everyone

Hugh, who is watching her with concern. “Do you know what this

too busy doing other stuff to talk about such matters.” I can’t help but say, he glares at me, and I smirk. “No, no

the Goddess of the moon made her creation, werewolves, men who under the moon would shift into magnificent wolves.” She begins walking, looking at the people who encircle us.

across rivers and mountains, settling into their own packs. A race, superior to man, a race blessed with speed, smell, hearing, and the ability to heal faster than any human could possibly wish for. This gift, this blessing to shift, was

aura swirls around her, her eyes burning orange, and even I feel it. The people watch her with a mix of fear,

settle away from our packs…. We began to dress and behave like common humans. Why? When we are superior? We stopped training

to every other werewolf… alpha or not. If you cannot shift, then you cannot manifest the gift bestowed upon us by our goddess, who I’m surprised is still blessing us when

breath before continuing.” It’s time everyone remembers where they come from and who we are!” “Or there will be consequences.”

ruffled the feathers of a few visiting

Born to call our people back on the path that we should walk. A reminder that as werewolves, we need not try to fit in with the humans