I Am The Luna

19. A Moment of Uncertainty or I Am The Luna Chapter 97 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

I know I should have listened to him, but I truly believed I was doing the right thing. I honestly didn’t think things would end up this bad. The festering thoughts aren’t easing up, and I feel mentally exhausted.

“Go with him. Show Atticus his room. I’ll clean this up. “I tell Valerie gently. She’s shaken by it all, and I know she’s going through a lot. I hope she at least realises she does love him.

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

She nods and I give her a smile, watching Atticus lift him carefully. “You did amazingly. Now go with him.” I whisper to her.

She’s about to say something, but instead, she simply smiles and nods before she helps Atticus with Jai, supporting his head. She’s got blood in her hair and over her clothes, but like me, she has far bigger things to be concerned about.

They leave the room and my smile fades as I slowly drop into one of the chairs, my face falling. No longer able to keep the mask of strength on my face.

Everything went wrong tonight… This was not what I was expecting to happen.

I wanted to make things right between the rogues and us, to prove that they were just like us… But they’re not, and the painful truth is they don’t like us and never wanted to create an alliance of peace.

Then Jai, Jai shouldn’t have gotten hurt He almost died because of me… How many more people’s lives will I be responsible for in the war that I have created?

I’m terrified. Terrified of what I can possibly do… I killed someone with no hesitation and the most chilling part is, I know I’ll do it all over again if I have to. I look down at my blood-covered hands. Look at the blood behind my fingernails…

Who am I becoming?

Do I even recognise myself?

Is Sebastian hating what I’m becoming?

I’m pathetic, aren’t I? I wanted him to pull me into his arms and tell me it’s going to be ok… or simply just an embrace, glad that I am home, and safe. But instead, he turned his back on me.

I place my head in my hands, brushing my hair back as I try to pull myself from my spiralling thoughts.

My eyes sting with tears but I can’t cry. There’s so much I need to do and to explain to Sebastian….

“Zaia…”

I look up when Atticus enters the room and I quickly sit up looking away as I try to compose myself.

“Hey…”

his room. Valerie has given him something for the pain for when he wakes up. I’m going to

need rest and it’s not safe.” I say

men are here.” He reassures

me. Even the rogues had run, clearly fearing their lives. It’s all a mess. I

slightly, but it’s something I realise is a reflex to hide his real emotions. “Seven.” He says softly. There’s a sadness in his eyes and although he’s trying to act

sorry,”

they have families? Children?

More deaths…

and my pack is ready.” He

all misjudge situations. You were incredible out there. I’m damn proud of you. Who would have thought the pregnant woman seeking a home in

hair back, and I

are comforting… but they didn’t come from the

is done and I have rolled the rug away, not wanting the children to see any signs of this tomorrow, I mop the entire floor. Finally, the smell of blood has eased up, replaced by the citrus smell of the cleaning

covered in blood. I need a bath Once everything is clean and I’ve disposed of the bloody clothes and towels, I head upstairs. I pop into

blankets

I gaze down at her, wishing all her pain

ok, my angel. We are going to make you better. I peck them ever so lightly, not

Sebastian is in there, but if he is… he’s going to be angry. I enter the room, and the first thing that hits me is the smell of smoke. Then I see him standing there.

looks as handsome and sexy as ever as he leans against the wall with a cigarette in his hands; he rarely smokes There’s a deep frown on his face

fucked up. “He says when I’m about to step

over at him, feeling as if I’ve just

the best way I possibly could. I’m

replays in my mind and the way I mercilessly flung his heart into the woods. I

tomorrow? I’m

just… want to be

warning, Zaia, a fucking warning not to go anywhere with them and you did

like I said, I messed up, I

know where you stand in this twisted

quietly. My heart is

to hold

“Zaia-”

but begging and when he looks into my eyes, his soften. There’s regret, guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me by my arm and yanks me close, wrapping his arms

his embrace. Sparks course through me, but more than that it’s the warmth and power of his embrace that cocoon me in this blanket of safety and

let go. His heart is thudding hard and so is mine as I hold on tight, as if he might just slip away. That maybe this

my cheeks as he kisses

His voice is quiet yet

whisper through the bond. ‘I wanted him dead

to.’ His voice is softer

this once

as he holds onto me