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…

and my heart skips a beat as

His voice is deep yet soft, rhythmic even, and

know who it

are the colour of Mom’s, but there’s a coldness to them, almost as if they are

“Zade,” I say quietly.

I see the glimmer of surprise

who I

I say. “And you have her eyes…

kill her, you did,” he says with such confidence it makes

“No, I didn’t.”

earlier.” He whispers challengingly. “You’re sick,” I say, trying to control

still wake

special about you… but you picked the wrong side!” He snarls, before he swings his fist at

The shout from

him glance towards

get away! He’s about to run to the window and I throw myself at him, trying to stop him. We struggle for a few moments, the running

Just a bit longer!

he slams his elbow into my chest, throwing me off with such power I go flying across the room and hit

I slide down the wall. Pain rushes through my head, as the door is thrown open just as Zade jumps through the window smashing right through

the guards shouts as three men burst through

“Out the window! Secure the area! Capture him! We have a killer out there!” I shout

the guard trails off as he stares at the bed. “Take the staff into custody, I want

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

Blood.

to the bed, as I watch one of the guards check Mom’s pulse.

wrong. He turns to look at me and from the look in his eyes, I know

it but I don’t