I Am The Luna

53. A Moment to Reminisce or I Am The Luna Chapter 131 By Moonlight Muse

SEBASTIAN.

ONE MONTH LATER…

“What exactly does this mean for the world and for yourself, now that your real identity is no longer hidden?” The TV host asks Zaia who is sitting on the couch opposite, her legs gracefully crossed, showing off the smooth creamy skin of her leg.

She looks as breathtaking as ever, her hair is up in a sleek bun, and she is wearing a black fitted dress that only emphasises her sexy curves.

Black is all she’s worn for the last month as we buried countless people.

Jai…

It still doesn’t feel real, almost as if I’m waiting for him to walk through the door and say, ‘Did you really think you could get rid of me so easily? I don’t think so.’

Losing him, felt like I had lost a part of me… I regretted a lot, not telling him everything, putting him through so much…

I focus on the TV again, not wanting to delve in that dark train of thought.

“We were never hidden from the world. Many people who run this country and around the globe know of our kind and as long as we live by the rules like any other law-abiding citizen, then there is nothing wrong. My identity is more than the fact that I am a werewolf. I am still the same person,” Zaia replies politely.

For many, what happened was bizarre and traumatic, to witness the streets being torn apart like that, fighting and death in an otherwise peaceful town had caused a lot of tension between those same government officials and the leading alphas of surrounding packs who were meant to make sure everything ran smoothly.

Not to mention that there had been a few human casualties, too. But now that the world has become aware of us, it is our duty to make sure that things run smoothly from here on. Especially since we all know what fear and the unknown can drive a person to do.

“Do you feel that there is a risk that what happened might occur again? Many people lost their homes and lives. Can we really believe that werewolves are safe to have around us?”

I frown at the host’s question, but the red-head queen smiles gracefully and tilts her head, looking at the other woman, calm and collected as always.

you, why not? I mean, there are killers, rapists, and terrorists who are human, but they

point. However, the intense level of the battle that took place was not something small. The president said he will be rethinking the

for discussion. I am meeting with him

the newspapers in front of me, frowning deeply at the headlines that are

US! ARE

MUTATION? WILL WE

SPEAKS OUT – I WAS ATTACKED BY ONE OF

FACES BACKLASH AS SHE CONDEMS

trying to avoid the paparazzi. Sighing heavily, I toss the paper on the table. We may have ended the war amongst us, but the world is in

Harrison was ready to drop out, but unlike his son, he had decided to go through with it, saying what Zaia did was for the good of all and he was willing to give her

with government officials and trying to come to an agreement where we

supernatural matters. The rogues needed assessing and assigning into packs. The pack in France

currently the Alpha of

hand this pack back to

Leave… she’s leaving…

what more

through

the threats are gone, there’s still so

and I know I’ll

done well, despite the path I forced you upon. Fight for her, wait for her and let her heal… A mate bond is sacred, and one that is between

end of fucking time but I also know I hurt her far too many times to ever think that

her own. She is the perfect person for

going, from that day when

Zaia tried to get him to talk to her or during

in prison for his crimes, Zaia had tried to get him to talk, she didn’t say it but I felt she wanted him to see that he

is quiet. Even during Jai’s funeral, she didn’t say much aside from her

remind anyone of who you were because you were part of everyone’s life and now that you’re

to the Sable it was hard not having him around. That

be

have nothing more to say to her, but what she did to my little

thing that came out of all of this is that my princess, Sia, is almost like another child. Of course, she’s still that loving sweet