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?

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

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

you’ ‘re looking for, will you let me go?” I ask, my heart thundering, feeling his strong thighs against

like rock. He’s pure muscle and in a battle of strength, I will lose. His hand wraps around my

“If you really aren’t, then, of course,’ he says, caressing my cheek.

threat is real. 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 remain frozen as he

a cold sweat, sensing his anger rising as he yanks and

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

I manage to throw him back. My eyes blaze and suddenly everything in

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

yanking me to the ground. I grab the bed sheets trying to pull myself up but

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

hisses, as he keeps striking my head, bludgeoning it

dragging me into the darkness and that

I can feel

hurts, my head is being split open

pause, and then the most

(PRESENT)

the car, my heart hammering. I’m safe. I’m safe. I clutch my head as I rock myself, trying to compose

in my head lingering. My head still has

thought much of the symbol at the hospital,”

it was just hidden and once her hair began growing, we wouldn’t have

had just relayed the entire ordeal to them in French, but it was too much, and I am left shaken. Zaia

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 together;

say. “Someone peeped through the eyehole,

have come just in time,” Sebastian says. Zion’s watching us curiously. For a three-year-old,

concern as he watches me. “He told me to get you to the hospital fast

believe us,” Sebastian says quietly. “I initially thought he had jumped but he had locked himself in your bathroom, I chased him from there,

as an Alpha,” Zaia says, frowning. Does she trust Sebastian? I

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

killing countless 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…

ask quietly. “Yes.” She says with a gentle smile. “So we need to find out who has eyes like Sebastian’s,” Jai says. He looks at me with

own grandma and Dad had given up, but he refused to… he’s

conscious, and I can’t deny it was his voice that I heard the most… but I also didn’t know what to say… I

going to live together at my safe house. A place even the guards and my parents don’t have access to.” Sebastian begins as he

beat and I guess that answers my question. I 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