I Am The Luna

| Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 45 Chapter 45 A Target ZAIA. Mom and Dad are both silent. Bringing up a painful part of their past wasn’t my intention, but it was necessary.

“Then, if your decision is made, then what do you want from me?” Dad says quietly. This is the moment, the most important part...

“I need you to arrange the meeting with Sebastian. After all, | don’t wish to talk to him.” | say, surprising both Mom and Dad. But with it, | see them both visibly relax...

As planned. I'm sorry to lie to you both... but | need to keep up the facade, so if the enemy is close, they realise that we are not together...

“I see...” Dad says, far calmer than before. He sighs heavily and nods. “I guess | can arrange that.” “Thank you.

Just say if he wishes to see the children, that | have agreed to allow that.” | say, thinking I'll let Sebastian know, we will have to keep the act up.

Dad nods, patting my shoulder. “I may not like it... but | understand where you are coming from.” | smile slightly and nod. Once he leaves, Mom looks at me, opening her mouth when | shake my head. “I don’t want to discuss it, Mom. Anyway, | need to go.” | say, picking up my briefcase.

“Zaia...” “Mom, please.” | plead. Leaning over the table, | peck her cheek before | head to the living room, watching the children play. | walk over to them, picking Sia up. | kiss her cheeks tenderly.

“What are you two playing?” | ask as | brush a few strands of her hair back and she rests her head on my shoulder. [x] “I told you Mommy this morning | made a rocket,” Zion explains as he picks up his Lego rocket and begins zooming around the room with it.

“Oh, that is amazing!” | compliment watching him run around the room before I pick up the Doll Sia is playing with. “She has the shair colour as Sia.” “No.” Sia says with a small, Mine cute “Mine is darker. It’s more like Mommy's.” mile, “Oh, is it?” | say, tickling her lightly, making het giggle before | place her dow” | “King | know | made the right decision.

| needed Mom and Dad to know because | didn’t want the children to meet him and then tell my children it must be kept a secret. | don’t want to instil that into them that if an adult tells you to keep a secret, you have to.

| want them to be open and not taught to keep secrets from such a young age.

| believe in honesty and speaking the truth...and I'm certain they will not be able to contain their excitement once they have met him. Sebastian was never one to mix with children, so I'm curious to see how he is with his own...

“Mommy, Grandad got us these yesterday,” Sia says, pointing at snew toys.

“Oh, what lucky children you are! | love them.” | say as Zion comes over to show his rocket. | play with them for a few minutes longer before | have to leave.

| message Sebastian that | will call him tonight at the stas usual before | switch it off again. Hide it away and after locking my bedroom door, | head out.

| need to attend a private meeting with Mr Harrison to discuss the contract itself. Thank him for the job, not to mention apologies for my abrupt exit yesterday.

| wish | didn’t act so impulsively! The car is ready and waiting outside and I get in, thanking the driver as he shuts the door after me.

On the drive there, | am unable to stop myself from thinking about last night. My cheeks burn at the fact | gave in to my desires.

| don’t know how | will face Sebastian again! “We're here ma'am.” The driver says, and | cout of my thoughts, glancing up at the building. He gets out, coming around to open the door for me. “Thank you,” | say as | step out and lo ok up at the building.

Floor number twelve...

The sound of a motorbike roaring loudly as it approaches makesglance at the road, frowning slightly.

The man is wearing a helmet as he zooms closer at a speed that is way above the limit for this area and he’s headed right this way. My heart skips a beat.

“Ma’am,” The driver movesback, probably worried he'd dirty my clothes when suddenly the motorbike careens off the road and is now zooming straight towards me.

“Move!” | shout to the driver. He's human and if he gets hurt, he'll die. | push him to the side and | jump back just as the bike whizzes past.

My guard, who has just got out of the front passenger seat, jumps out and rushes towardsas the biker turns violently and drives straight into the car that we were in moments ago. The crunch of metal fills the sky and | back away, just as he tosses a card onto the floor.

“Move back!” One of my bodyguards who was in a second car, commands as they form a human shield aroundprotectively.

“Get her inside!” “It’s too risky.” “Pass that message to Zaia Toussaint!” The distorted robotic voice from behind the helmet of the biker. | look up sharply, my heart plummeting as | hear the sound of gunshots go off and I’m pushed behind the stone pillar.

Distorted voice, Sebastian mentioned a distorted voice! Is it the person who tried to harm Sebastian on the way back from Atticus’s pack years ago? Screams fill the air and | realise he’s begun shooting at random. | scream, as one of the men in front offalls to the ground, dead. I'm dragged back and pushed into a corner as screams fill the air. Copper, | can smell it! “It’s ok Ma'am.” One of the guards says. “Stay here...” He's about to say something more when the gun goes off and he doubles over dead, several bullets in his back.

No...

My mind is spinning. What is going on? | was meant to cto a meeting and instead, there's a man with a gun on the loose shooting at will! I look up, my heart thumping, the urge to protect others overtakingand | grab one of the guns that the guards had pulled out.

They hadn't used it, but | will. | check if it’s loaded, my heart pounding as | step out, grabbing the piece of card from the ground with shaking hands.

My heart drops as | stare at it. It's not a card, but a photograph. Sebastian and I... against the wall in my room, last night.

My head is ringing as | stare down at the picture, fear beginning to crawl into me. At the bottom of the photograph, in bold black ink, is a message. One that makes my heart churn...

| GAVE HIM A WARNING AND HE DISOBEYED.

NEXT TIT WILL BE YOUR BLOOD, ZAIA TOUSSAINT AND THAT OF YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE CHILDREN COVERING THE GROUNDS.

STAY AWAY FROM SEBASTIAN KING.

OR ELSE.

I look up at the killer as he shoots manically, his back to me. He's right before me. | need to stop him. | scan the front grounds. There are at least five other bodies that | can see. With a thundering heart, | raise my arms. Ready to shoot.

I can’t tell if he’s a werewolf or not... but...

| kick off my heels, not wanting to be heard as I slowly stand up and try to get closer. | haven't used a gun in ages... but | have been trained with one. | need to know his identity! (2 He's too busy aiming at someone hiding behind the bench and I'm almost close enough when he suddenly freezes and turns sharply towards me.

| gasp, pulling the trigger and he jumps to the side, letting out a menacing growl when the bullet hits his shoulder. Oh, he’s a werewolf.

| shoot again, but this the’s ready. He dodges, raising his own gun and | dart for cover behind the smashed car as he lets off a rain of bullets. I'm shaking. The fear of what is happening on this street which is just like any other normal street feels unreal and terrifying.

“Cout, cout... oh if only you didn’t disobey me,” he hisses in that sdistorted voice that sends a sinister chill down my spine.

I glance around at the other buildings. There are people in the windows, people hiding... but no one is here to help...

What should I do? | flinch as he slams something into the car, making the crunch of a metal ring through the air.

It’s so silent...

| need to get that gun away from him...

What should I do...

| stay low, slowly keeping my distance as he rounds the car.

He knows I'm here...

“Oh, look a mouse!” He hisses, and | gasp when he shoots something. | hear the person groan before they drop to the floor. “Cout, or another one dies.” The sound of sirens in the distance approaching sends a ray of hope through me, but I also know they are still far away, and my tis running out.

My heart almost stops as | see a girl in her teens walking down the street, headphones in her ears and clearly lost in her own world. | hear him pause and let out a chuckle.

No...

| hope Dad will be able to do enough damage control... sorry Dad, but | have to do this. | jump up, and he raises his gun. Not this time...

I duck, diving at him, and launch myself at him, knocking him back just as the gun goes off. Agony shoots through me, makingscream as | shudder, it takesa moment to realise it’s just ripped through my upper arm and not my chest.

“Bitch!” He hisses. | hold on to him, refusing to let go and manage to throw him to the ground. | need to look at his face! | need to know who is tormenting us! | grab his neck, the thick leather protecting him, and try cutting off his windpipe as he hitsacross the head with the butt of his gun repeatedly.

My head is spinning, the pain bludgeoning throughfar too powerful. No, | can’t let go! | bite my lip from crying out as he tries to throwoff him. | knock his legs from under him.

“Someone help!” | scream, but no one around wants to help, far too scared...

He hitsacross the face as | hold on with everything | have.

Just until the police arrive! You can do this, Zaia! I'm failing to remove the helmet! “Fuck!” | scream as my back hits the floor with the man on top ofand | reach up, pushing up the visor on his helmet instead.

My heart thunders as | stare into a pair of brilliant blue eyes... eyes that widen in shock as they stare right back at me. Sebastian? He raises his hand and this time, when the gun connects with my head, sending off another wave of pain, everything goes black...

*suspenseful music plays*