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 the arm and violently throws me onto the bed and climbs on

and let me see if there’s a mark or not. You might just live,” he snarls.

go?” I ask, my heart thundering,

will lose. His hand wraps around

as confusion fills me. He was asleep in the car ten minutes ago. “If you really aren’t, then, of course,’ he says,

It’s Sebastian. But if I tell him I know… he might just kill me… even if he’s wearing that black mask. I

he yanks and pulls my hair – until he takes a

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

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

for a werewolf to be able to do this, but

as he grabs my arm, yanking me to the ground. I grab the bed sheets trying to

my head. I let out a choked gasp and I grab my head,

he keeps striking my head, bludgeoning it

dragging me into the darkness and that silver light… is

it… I

head is being split open and the pain- it’s…

pause, and then the most excruciating pain I’ve felt

(PRESENT)

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

pain in my head lingering. My head

quietly. “And no one would have thought much of the symbol at the hospital,”

and the amount of stitches and damage her head had, there’s a possibility it was just hidden and once her hair began growing, we wouldn’t have noticed it,”

but it was too much, and I am left shaken. Zaia

apparently found me… but at the same time, it’s obvious they could cook up a story to feed everyone… They were together; they are best

you see when you came?” I ask, wondering what they’ll say. “Someone peeped through the eyehole, but no one answered the door so Seb broke

might have come just in time,”

full of concern as he watches me. “He told

truth, there’s no need to force her to believe us,” Sebastian says quietly. “I initially thought he had jumped but he had

trust Sebastian? I look at her,

then… either you have a doppelgänger or a twin,” I say quietly. “You aren’t the first to

managed to get his visor up and

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,”

of me, how my own grandma and Dad had given up, but he refused to… he’s been the one who has taken care of me.. I’m not sure if I’m more embarrassed or more

I was conscious, and I can’t deny it was his voice that I heard the most… but

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

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