I Am The Luna

22. A Silent Name or I Am The Luna Chapter 100 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

I pull on my jacket, glancing at the unmade bed. Sebastian had left early and I’m about to leave for Dad’s pack.

Since I’ve awoken I feel uneasy. I know something isn’t right at Dad’s pack and although I have taken every precaution possible, I still feel on edge. Am I missing something vital?

I rush through a meeting with Mr Harrison. With everything going on, it’s been exhausting but I can’t afford to lose the deal.

I text Dad telling him I’ll be there by noon, although I planned to get there sooner. I’ve also left Sebastian a message telling him I’m leaving since his phone is switched off.

“Alright guys, I’m off,” I say, poking my head through the door of Jai’s room. The kids are playing on the carpet and Valerie is sitting on the bed beside Jai and they were clearly mid- conversation.

Something’s changed between them, I can tell from the way Jai has his leg propped up and Valerie is leaning ever so slightly against it. I hope they have made some amendments. I truly hope so, they both deserve happiness, and I can tell they love one another.

“Take care of yourself, Sebastian going with you?” Jai asks from where he’s leaning against the headboard. I shake my head. “No, I’ll have my guards and some of Atticus’s men,” I say as I enter the room and kneel beside the kids, giving them both a kiss.

This time I didn’t even expect Sebastian to go with me… I guess I need to be more independent, and he doesn’t seem to want to accompany me. I wonder why, but I’m not brave enough to ask him… I just wish I had seen him once before I left.

He doesn’t realise just how much his presence gives me strength, how his simple words of encouragement make me feel like I can take on the world. Jai frowns but says nothing.

“Atticus isn’t either?” Valerie asks.

“No, he needs to handle security around both packs and make sure we are fully equipped. I’m hoping Sebastian managed to get some stuff sorted, although I’m not sure exactly what he’s working on.” I reply.

Hugging the children goodbye, I take my leave. Wondering exactly what Dad wanted to talk about. He sounded…. strange. I am on alert, but what if someone has gotten to him?

I’ll be careful… I have a plan and one I hope gives me the upper hand if this ends up being some kind of trap. I will just need some help. Help from someone I really don’t want to ask for help from, but I have no other option right now.

I now pull up on the corner of our previous home and look in the mirror. I’m wearing a blond wig and have put on several additional layers of clothes. A cap and glasses, just like our housekeeper.

Halfway here I had switched places with one of the female warriors of Atticus’s pack. She is now travelling in my place towards this pack, and I came alone. I’m sure all eyes will be on the cars and my guards whilst I find Dad unseen.

I had taken a shortcut in the small red car, passing through security with ease. I had called Sebastian twice, but his phone was still switched off… I just wish he at least called once…

With one final glance, I slowly get out of the car. Mom doesn’t know I’m coming, as I couldn’t risk anyone knowing. I plan to go inside and ask Mom to call Dad and from there, we’ll see what is going on.

I’ve dressed up similarly to the housekeeper and I’m praying the guards think I am her. Getting out, I grab the large bags of groceries and bend over as if the bags weigh a lot; I pretend to struggle as I walk towards the gate. Just how I have seen her do for years.

There’s no guard at the gate so I key in the pin, trying not to worry. I scan my finger and when it beeps, a wave of relief floods through me; I’m still in the system.

This is the only part I was worried about, getting through the gates. The gate clicks open, and I step inside and spot two guards who seem to be on break as they hang around looking bored near the entrance.

won’t suspect me… As long as they don’t

on my hip, just as I have seen our

the coat closet before I begin searching around the house for Mom. I know the staff has been in and out, but as far as I know,

I can’t forgive her for

not even the staff is here… I was told I’d be notified if

I find she is not anywhere downstairs and head towards her bedroom. I knock on

Is she asleep?

I knock again.

up like the actual housekeeper. The guards would

louder. The door

hone in on my surroundings. I can hear my own

a little louder, my voice ringing in the silent

think I hear a muffled

“Mom?”

my

I slowly put distance between myself and the door. My back hits the wall opposite

slam my shoulder into it. A surge of

is still loud. I look up and my heart almost stops when I see Mom lying on her bed, but

gagged, She’s lost a lot of weight and bruises fresh and old cover her body. She’s injured. I can see bloodstains on the bed and worry

as I rush to her side, unable to stop my hands from shaking as I untie

swollen bruised eyes, old make-up streaks cover her face, and I can tell from the odour she has not bathed in

as I remove the cloth from around her mouth. She hisses as I try

my child!” She

look around. She needs

calls me. “There’s no time, Zaia, please go,” she whispers,

not leaving you,” I reply firmly, rushing to the bed again. “Who did

with tears. “They came… they wanted it… you

happened. I shouldn’t have let and sadness get in the way! my hurt Her tears flow, and she

in is killing me. This is the mother who was always ready to do everything for me despite her secrets…

Goddess!

dust. It was him, your brother.” Her heart is thumping, and she closes her eyes. “Zade… Zade he- his left eye, it’s not normal. There’s something more…

I place a finger to my lips as I listen, but there’s only silence. Standing up, I strip out

I don’t trust using my phone not knowing who I

message is now making me worry about

Tell me, my brother – Zade, he is part of the Sable… What does he look like?” I ask, brushing her

they

grey eyes, but one- one eye changes.”

can tell me about? Who did this?” I ask gently, knowing she couldn’t tell me those who attacked us

her

How could he…

have to tell you where the dust is,” she whispers, suddenly looking

Moon Dust.

Dust, right?” I whisper.

out – blood.. The Dust – my old home, under the stairs. In the closet, at the back, there