I Am The Luna

73. A Memory

NEW YEARS DAY OVER FOUR YEARS AGO

VALERIE. “It’s so late.” I massage the back of my neck as I step into my apartment. We had left the Whispering Mountain Pack after midnight and the journey wasn’t too short.

I yawn, pausing as I stretch when I hear the faint creak of a floorboard, making me freeze. It’s not a violent stormy night that the wind would cause the apartment to creak.

I tilt my head, but there’s nothing more and I almost smile. Why am I being so paranoid? I walk to the fridge, grabbing myself a bottle of water; gulp it down and look through some papers. I have work in the morning.

I sit down at the counter, skimming through one of the reports of a big operation we have tomorrow when I think I hear something again.

Tilting my head, I pause, I really am imagining things. I shake my head. Well, I should shower and get to bed. I need to get out of this dress too.

I get up and walk to the bedroom. Sighing, I mull over everything with Zaia. I hate how life has done her dirty. I wish there was more I could do for her.

I’ll keep sending her the antidote, and I’ll keep checking her bloods but it’s just not enough. Fucking stupid alpha!

That stupid bitch Annalise!

Karma. Karma will bite their ass.

I walk to my bedroom, pausing when I see it standing ajar. Strange, I’m sure I shut the door when I left. I specifically remember trapping my dress in it and then opening it, pulling out the dress and then closing it…

I shake my head as I step inside and flip the light switch. Darkness. I groan in annoyance. “Do I even have a spare bulb?” Tonight is not my night!

I’m about to turn to leave the room when I see a slight movement from the corner of my eye. On reflex, I turn sharply, my heart dropping when I see the tall, masked man who stands in the corner behind the door. He’s in baggy clothing with his hood up, his head is lowered and in his gloved hands he’s holding… a hammer.

We move at the same time, and I instantly grab the small vanity table that stands beside the door, lifting it up and swinging it at him with all my might. He ducks, and the table goes flying against the far wall.

I turn, knowing I’m no match for him! I need to alert security!

I’m barely two steps out of the bedroom when he grabs my dress, yanking me back into the room and kicking the door shut. He grabs my hair and throws me to the floor.

“What do you want!” I scream as I hit the floor. Fuck, he’s strong! I’m about to shout for help, but his gloved hand covers my mouth. “I need to make sure you aren’t a Blood Born.” He hisses.

A what?

“I don’t know what that is! You got the wrong person!” I say as he grabs me by

as I struggle fruitlessly. “Don’t fight me and let me see if there’s a mark or not. You might just live,”

me go?”

pure muscle and in a battle of strength, I will lose. His hand wraps around my throat squeezing tightly. He pauses slightly, and at that moment I’m able to

the car ten minutes ago. “If you really aren’t, then, of course,’ he says, caressing my cheek. “But one sound and

My blood runs cold, even though he’s speaking extremely low, it’s him. It’s Sebastian. But if I tell him I know… he might just kill me… even if he’s wearing that black mask. I

as he yanks and pulls my hair – until he

on my head? “Ah… there it is…” he yanks my hair

and I manage to throw him back.

be able to do this, but I guess my

but not for long as he grabs my arm, yanking me to the ground. I grab the bed sheets trying to pull myself up but it’s futile and I only manage to

ricochets through my head. I let out a choked gasp and I

too much. “I’ll destroy it,” He hisses, as he keeps striking my head, bludgeoning it with the hammer. My ears are ringing and then… I

into the darkness and that silver light… is beginning

I can

my head is being split open

a pause, and then the most

(PRESENT)

hammering. I’m safe. I’m safe. I clutch my

my head lingering. My head still has the

quietly. “And no one would have thought much of

head had, there’s a possibility it was just hidden

it was too much, and I am left shaken. Zaia wraps her arms around me. “It’s ok, no one will hurt you,” she whispers

me… but at the

they’ll say. “Someone peeped

think we might have come just in time,” Sebastian says. Zion’s watching us curiously. For a

“It wasn’t Seb, Val, trust me.” Jai’s eyes are soft and full of concern as he watches

she’ll learn the truth, there’s no need to force her to believe us,” Sebastian says quietly. “I initially thought he had jumped but he had locked himself in your bathroom,

Does she trust Sebastian? I look at her, but I

say quietly. “You aren’t the first to say that,” Sebastian says quietly, I

people and several of my guards. I managed to get his visor up and although I said to the police, I didn’t see him… his eyes were just like

need to find out who has eyes like Sebastian’s,” Jai says. He looks at me with concern in his gorgeous eyes and I look away.

of me, how my own grandma and Dad had given up, but he refused to… he’s

that I heard the most… but I also

going to live together at my safe house. A place even the guards and my parents don’t

can tell from the crazy pull between them that they want one another badly, and I have no idea where they stand. I mean, I know we’re coming back, but have they really resolved