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

voice is deep yet soft, rhythmic even,

know who it

a lot like Dad. His eyes are the colour of Mom’s, but there’s a coldness to

“Zade,” I say quietly.

see the glimmer

know who I

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

did,” he says with such confidence

“No, I didn’t.”

several minutes earlier.” He whispers challengingly. “You’re sick,” I say,

might still

you… but you picked the wrong side!” He snarls, before he swings his fist at me. I duck, kicking out at his

shout

see him glance towards the

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

Just a bit longer!

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

the door is thrown open just as Zade jumps through the window smashing right

of the guards shouts as three men burst through

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

off as he stares at the bed. “Take the staff

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

Blood.

pounding incessantly, and I can barely see straight. I walk over to the bed, as I watch one of the guards

at me and from the look in his eyes, I

but I