I Am The Luna

23. An Attack ZAIA. or I Am The Luna Chapter 101 By Moonlight Muse

I look down at my gun on the bed and trying to keep my heart steady, I grab the gun and spin around, swinging it at the person creeping up on me.

It’s a man. He’s tall and clearly well- built, wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s all I see as a low snarl escapes him and he shoves me back with immense force.

Blindly, I pull the trigger on the gun. The sound is loud as the bullet hits the ceiling. The man is on top of me fast, his knee to my stomach as he throws me onto the bed, grabbing my hair as he hits me across the face.

I kick out blindly, trying to get up, only for the man to throw a punch at me. I can taste blood in my mouth as I struggle to free myself and roll off the bed, hitting the carpeted floor.

This man is strong.

Everything is happening so fast and the way he’s moving, I can tell he is not new to this. He’s wearing a baseball cap that covers his eyes and although I’m trying to get a look at him, I’m unable to.

He grabs hold of my ankle when I try to kick him and yanks my legs out from under me, but this time I’m ready and I don’t plan to go down that easily this time.

I’m unable to pull the trigger on the gun that I’m still holding, but twisting, I slam the end of it into his crotch with all the strength I can muster, a low growl ripping from my throat.

He grunts and lets go of me, yanking the gun from my hold and swinging it at me despite clutching his crotch. I jump to my feet, breathing hard.

“You hurt her… didn’t you?” I ask, my voice shaking. He doesn’t reply, and he’s recovered fast, rushing at me once again, but this time I’m ready. My eyes blaze as my aura surges around me.

“Enough!” I scream as he makes impact with me and I push back with all force, throwing him to the ground. His aura fills the room, and he growls menacingly. I can hear shouting and the sound of footsteps.

He turns, glancing at the door before he looks back at me and I’m looking into a pair of grey eyes, but one of them doesn’t have a pupil… just a full grey…

slightly, and my heart skips a beat as a strong sense of familiarity rushes through

is deep yet soft, rhythmic even, and my

know who it

eyes are the colour of Mom’s, but there’s a

“Zade,” I say quietly.

eyes meet and I see

who I

course, I do. You look just like Dad.” I say. “And you have her eyes… how could

did,” he says

“No, I didn’t.”

several minutes earlier.” He whispers challengingly. “You’re

might still

don’t know what is so special about you… but you picked the wrong side!” He snarls, before he swings his fist at me. I duck, kicking out at his feet from beneath him, he staggers, falling to one knee, but

going on?!” The shout from a guard

glance

to run to the window and I throw myself at him, trying to stop him. We struggle for a

Just a bit longer!

chest, throwing me off with such

rushes through my head, as the door is thrown open just

on?!” One of the guards shouts as three

the area! Capture him! We have a killer out there!” I shout as the guards rush to

“Take the staff into custody, I

men rush from the room, and I touch the back of my head. I can feel the

Blood.

walk over to the bed, as I watch one of the guards check Mom’s pulse. Deep down I pray that maybe I’m mistaken and that there’ll be

He turns to look at me and from the

it but I don’t want to