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

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

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

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 see his blue

car ten minutes ago. “If you really

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 moves my head sharply and begins searching

sensing his anger rising as he yanks and pulls my hair – until he takes a long

“Ah… there it is…” he yanks my hair

and I manage to throw him back. My

I’m using them! It’s rare for a werewolf to be able to

the bed sheets trying to pull myself up but it’s futile and I only manage to drag the bedding right off. I hit him in the

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

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

darkness and that silver light… is beginning

it… I can

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

and then the most excruciating pain

(PRESENT)

the car, my heart hammering. I’m safe. I’m safe. I clutch my head as I rock

feel the ghostly pain in my head lingering.

have thought

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

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

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 together; they

“Someone peeped through the eyehole, but no one answered the door so Seb broke the door

you in your bedroom, I think we might have come just in time,” Sebastian says. Zion’s watching us curiously. For a three-year-old, my gorgeous nephew is

eyes are soft and full of concern as he watches me. “He told me to get you to

says quietly. “I initially thought he had

an Alpha,” Zaia says, frowning. Does she trust Sebastian? I look at her, but I

either you have a doppelgänger or a twin,” I say quietly. “You aren’t the first to say that,” Sebastian says quietly, I look up

ago, a shooter on a bike attacked me, killing countless people and several of my guards. I managed to get his visor up and

find out who has eyes like Sebastian’s,” Jai says. He looks at me with concern in his gorgeous eyes and I look away. I don’t know

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

voice that I heard the most… but I also didn’t know what to say… I

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

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,