I Am The Luna

A Brother
SEBASTIAN.

Gaultier and I circle one another, both of us ready to kill.

Two predators, two Alphas, and only one can be the victor.

He spares a fleeting glance at Gerard’s fallen body.

‘Why did you let her do that? He was doing all of this for a better world! A better place for us all!’ he snarls, his eyes blazing with rage that burns stronger than the pits of hell.

‘I don’t know what this better world holds aside from pain and death! Look around us, Gaultier! What kind of world are you fucking aiming for?!

‘I shout as he launches himself at me. I knock him back, growling dangerously at him.

‘You know nothing about what is right, Sebastian!’ he shouts back.

If only he could see how blinded he is.

‘Gerard has messed with your mind, but if there’s even an inch of sanity in that brain of yours, think! Is this what you want? Is this the world that you wish to live in?’

‘What would you know about anything?! You have lived a fucking pampered lifestyle! I know the consequences of the actions of those who are damn selfish. The Goddess will rain down her wrath upon us, tell me you do not feel her rage from around us?!” He lunges at me, and I meet him head-on, both of us clashing before we both jump backwards.

‘You have not lived the life you should have, and I don’t plan to try to get you to see the truth. But

as someone who is older and wiser than you, I’m giving you a chance to look deep inside of yourself. Do you really believe this is the right way?!’

He tilts his head before scoffing.

‘Freedom… don’t you want it?’ I ask quietly as I rip into his left flank. He pushes me off, his claws digging into my neck.

‘With no Gerard or Lawrence, Zade and I are the ones who will lead! That is freedom… and with the world at our feet and the Goddess’s blessings, what more can I ask for? This is the future!’

Only Zion’s words said otherwise…

clearly a

freedom. My children form the Third Triquetra. One

not want this, Gaultier! See that!’ I try, but it’s futile. Talking to Gaultier is like trying to keep water in a

and inflict pain, and neither of us holds back as we

them? Why did the Toussaint’s get more?!’ he shouts with anger, desperation

him, but his rage is getting the better of him, but this is Gaultier; I don’t really think

blinded, blinded by rage and

what

too much fun in killing you slowly!’ he snarls as he lunges

tries to fight. me off, but my wolf is far stronger than his. He struggles to gain the upper hand as blood spills from his chest, but he is

forced back to his human

me,” he says, almost as if

truly believes that. 1

wouldn’t I?’ I

small humourless smile crosses his

meaning of family and bonds? It doesn’t mean anything.

and pity rushes through me as I stare into

those words sting, he’s doing it on purpose, playing mind games to

again, it shows that he is far too gone

were born to be. We grew up living two very different lifestyles… and if the goddess ever gives you a chance again. … I hope you live a

too late… we are almost at the finish line…’ he says, gazing up at the sky

menacingly as I shift back to human form, and not waiting for his reply, I tear through

I did not know him, nor his past…

before him, but he let it all go… or more like it was stolen from him by

from his body feels like a weight, but sometimes there are things that we have no control or power over and not every

her scent through the rubble, bodies,

My mate…

out to the

mess and I wonder how many have lost their lives

Fast.

the sky as he raises. his hand, knife

man or the ground before

Hugh…

Zaia’s scream pierces the air. Breaking the barrier. Terror clear in her

She won’t make it.