I Am The Luna

VALERIE.

It's been nearly two weeks since we've returned. Since then, things have been extremely hectic. The tension has been rising, with Zade working on trying to break the code on the system that controlled the microchips.

Another thing that brought great concern... considering the Arkan had access to it despite the security on it. Were they just good hackers? Or did someone grant them access?

Either way, it's a race against time, with several more deaths happening over the last few weeks. And while Zade and the others work on their fight, I am in a race to slow down the progression of the disease, as rumours now spread in the media that it was caused by a mutation in the werewolf gene. Another lie.

I feel as if I'm trying to grasp onto time that hopelessly feels like water leaking through a bucket full of holes.

Every day passes in a blur. In the morning, Zade wakes me up at the crack of dawn and then we start training, or as I call it; The Hunt.

It is terrifying and, in some twisted way, thrilling. He works me to my limits and then tells me to get up and pushes me beyond what I think my body is capable of. Yet somehow I break through all the barriers as my body screams for reprieve.

With each passing day, despite the pain that remains, I can feel I'm getting better at sensing him, faster... stronger. I can feel my powers pulsing through my veins, a heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing.

Zade's teachings are different, yet I'm beginning to enjoy them despite the brutality of the sessions.

me only satisfies me further. Always leaving me wanting so much more despite

"Valerie?"

up, coming out of my reverie when Cassian calls

got distracted,"

are you alright?" he asks,

So far I have not gotten any answers, yes I found out she is free from the disease, but she is dying... and it is by a natural cause. Making me realise that we really have no cure

going to keep trying, keep looking for an answer until

trip, Zade hadn't, saying he had things to do. I didn't want to push him, he will take things at his own pace. Although I wish he had been

part of it was because of Atticus, something I didn't ask him but I also didn't manage to ask Atticus, with the wedding. But right now I feel asking Atticus might be the better

the bloods you sent matched. Want to share what you were checking?" he asks,

Ada's bloods matched?

This means... After Shelby's bloods came clear of any trace of the disease, I still wanted to check Ada's and compare them to a

was the blood from a

net

and who is clearly inflicted with ARK, although they don't have the same symptoms humans do. I just wanted to know if she could possibly have the disease and

this is why she isn't

There is no way the disease can remain in their body long enough for them to be inflicted. I'm sure the results are wrong." He reaches for the file, but I hold them out