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?

him off, scrambling away. “I don’t know what that is! You got the wrong person!” I say as he grabs me by the arm and violently

I struggle fruitlessly. “Don’t fight me and let me see if there’s a

will you let me go?” I ask, my heart thundering, feeling his strong thighs

in a battle of strength, I will lose. His hand wraps around my throat squeezing tightly. He pauses

plummets as confusion fills me. He was asleep in the car ten minutes ago. “If you really aren’t,

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…

out in a cold sweat, sensing his anger rising as he yanks and pulls my hair – until he

head? “Ah… there it is…” he yanks my hair as his attention falls to the

struggling as he lifts it, and I manage to throw him back. My eyes blaze and suddenly everything in the

wolf’s eyes! I’m using them! It’s rare for a werewolf to be able to do this, but I guess my

he grabs my arm, yanking me to the ground. I grab the bed sheets trying to pull myself up but it’s

snarls, raising his hammer and then intense pain ricochets through my head. I

head, bludgeoning it with the hammer. My ears are ringing and then… I can’t hear anything but

darkness and that silver light…

I can feel

being split

a pause, and then the most excruciating

(PRESENT)

I gasp as I look around the car, my heart hammering. I’m safe. I’m

ghostly pain in my head lingering. My head still has the

reply quietly. “And no one would have thought much

her head had, there’s a possibility it was just hidden and once her hair began

ordeal to them in French, but it was too much, and I am left shaken. Zaia wraps her arms around me. “It’s

that have been when we knocked?” Jai asks, looking at Sebastian. They were the ones who apparently found me… but at the same time, it’s obvious they could cook up a story to feed everyone… They were

came?” I ask, wondering what they’ll say. “Someone peeped through the eyehole, but no

brought the door down and found you in your bedroom, I think we might have come just in

full of concern as he watches me. “He told me to get you to the hospital fast and called

force her to believe us,” Sebastian says quietly. “I initially thought he had jumped but he had locked

Does she trust Sebastian? I look at her, but I don’t know…

doppelgänger or a twin,” I say quietly. “You aren’t the first to say that,” Sebastian says quietly, I look up with intrigue, and Zaia

get his visor up and although I said to the police, I didn’t see him… his

at her in shock, and she nods. “And you trust him?” I ask quietly. “Yes.” She says with a gentle smile. “So we need to find out who has eyes like Sebastian’s,” Jai says. He

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

I can’t deny it was his voice that I heard the most… but I also

at my safe house. A place even the guards and my parents don’t

between them that they want one another badly, and I have