I Am The Luna

27. A Finding ZAIA. or I Am The Luna Chapter 105 By Moonlight Muse

“Think Zaia… think…” I mutter as I feel under the floorboards once again. I need it, not only to track the Sable but to find Dad. Those I have sent out to search for him have so far found nothing, as I feared.

I refuse to let this put me down. This goal is all that is keeping me going strong. I’m desperate for some kind of victory as I sit there trying to think where it could be.

Mom said… our old home…

Could she possibly mean the house we lived in right after Dad and her split?

I tilt my head before I quickly begin putting the floorboards back. I have to hurry, in case someone finds out I’m here. The dust is no longer coating the planks as it was before I touched them, but there is little I can do.

I just hope no one realises someone’s been here, or that I may have found the Moon Dust; I don’t want them to know that either.

Once everything is put back to the best of my capabilities, I leave the way I entered, through the back. Pausing in the door, I look at the house Mom lived in. She didn’t like Sebastian, yet she came here, to this pack for me.

I feel the same wave of guilt that has refused to leave me since her death, and I close the door after me, not looking back. There are things we cannot change… we must simply learn from them.

I return to my car and decide that there is no point in delaying looking in the other house and so I drive towards Dad’s pack. I call Jai, deciding to tell him I’ll be late, as I have some things to do.

“Zaia, all ok?”

“Yeah, but I will be a little late, I have something I need to do.” “Zaia, please don’t do this alone. You have us. We’re here to help.”

“I know…” There are just some things I need to do alone. “I’ll be fine.”

“Ok… just take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

The roads blur past and another strong wave of emotions consumes me as I end the call. A sudden thought enters my mind, and I almost hit the brakes.

no idea where they are located. My heart is racing and I’m sure

need to make sure they never get their hands on it. With that in

never leaves my

Why?

to be an answer. I reach Dad’s pack and I lower the window, so the guards can see who I am. The entrance to the pack is heavily guarded

check the trunk, Alpha?” “Of course,” I say. Those are the rules I set. I can’t afford any carelessness. They instantly open the gates, allowing

as he approaches the car

pack members have been relocated to the inner parts of the pack for their safety, with

things to do.” I say, “I wanted to come

mother refused to leave her room and commanded food to be left outside her door, but she admits she should have

again. I don’t believe that. Someone should have raised the alarm if they hadn’t even seen her for days.” I say dismissively. “If

be at the Pack House in about an hour’s time. Bring them all there for questioning, including

“Yes, Alpha!”

off, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I will find

where Mom and I once stayed, realising I

someone else’s home? A sudden thought comes to me and taking a deep breath, I step out of the car, shouldering my bag and walk

a man in his late forties. “Hello… Alpha?” he looks confused before lowering his

“Hello… Mr…”

“Grant, Alpha.”

“Mr Grant…”

a smile, pretending to be upset, although it’s not hard when so many things are pushing me to the edge. One thought of Sebastian’s betrayal or Mom’s death brings tears to my eyes, and I take a deep, shaky

house that I grew up in… with my mother.” I say, wrapping my arms

falls and looks worried. “I’m so sorry. I do remember

I say quietly. “Just one final time to reminisce about the memories we

stepping aside. I step inside, my eyes going to the under

changed a lot, but even then, the echoes of

Mommy! Look what I found! Zaia! Dinner is ready Oh, my favourite… Zaia, will you be late? Take

and

Mom…

I look at Grant, who offers me a

I have a while alone?”

will

“Thank you…”