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?

wrong person!” I say as he grabs me by the

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

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

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

car ten minutes ago. “If you really aren’t, then, of course,’ he says,

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 moves my head sharply and begins searching

in a cold sweat, sensing his anger rising as he

found on my head? “Ah… there it is…” he yanks my hair as his attention

manage to throw

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

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

snarls, raising his hammer and then intense pain ricochets through my head. I let out a choked gasp

head, bludgeoning it with the hammer. My ears are ringing and then…

is dragging me into the darkness and that silver light… is beginning

it… I can feel

hurts, my head is being split open and the pain-

and then the most excruciating pain I’ve felt rips

(PRESENT)

I’m safe. I’m safe. I clutch my head as I rock myself, trying to

my head lingering. My

fine,” I reply quietly. “And no one would have thought

a possibility it was just hidden and once her hair began growing, we wouldn’t have noticed it,” Jai says,

in French, but it was too much, and I am left

at Sebastian. They were the ones who apparently found me… but at the same time, it’s obvious they could cook

what they’ll say. “Someone peeped through the eyehole, but no one answered

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

wasn’t Seb, Val, trust me.” Jai’s eyes are soft and full of concern as he watches me. “He told me to get you to the hospital fast and called

quietly. “I initially thought he had jumped but he

frowning. Does she trust Sebastian? I look

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

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…

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 looks at me with concern

had given up, but he refused to… he’s been the one who has taken care of me.. I’m not

were moments when I was 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 owe him more than a thank you…

even

skips a beat and I guess that answers my question. I can tell from the crazy pull between them that they want one