I Am The Luna

Chapter 0018
That’s when things got darker and the beginning of my worries started.
“Sebastian?”
I look up to see Jai’s eyes filled with concern.
“You spaced.”
“Sorry, I was thinking...”
A tense silence falls between us, and he looks at me. “I am your friend before I am
your Beta Sebastian. If something is troubling you, tell me. You know you can trust
me.”
”
“It’s nothing.” I brush it off, not wanting to discuss it.
Dad is already pushing me into a corner, forcing my hand when it comes to the business, Mom is angry at me. Goddess knows
where Zaia is and how she’s doing.
The thoughts given birth by fear are clawing to the forefront of my mind.
What if in my attempts to protect her I have put her in worse danger? 14
“I’ll find out as fast as possible.”
I look up and raise a brow. “What?” I ask.
“The full breakdown of who has entered and left the pack, Sebastian.”
I shake my head, massaging my temples. “This hangover is rough.”
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“Yeah, sure,” he replies, standing up. He’s upset, because I’m not telling him, but
whoever it is made it clear I couldn’t.
If it was my life on the line, I wouldn’t care, but she’s the target. She’s the one they
will hurt if I defy them.
“I’m sorry...” I reply quietly.
“Well, whenever you’re ready to share, you know where I am.” The door shuts behind
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him with a sharp snap, leaving me alone in my office which stinks of alcohol.
Standing up, I draw the blinds shut before walking over to the door and locking it.
I push my desk back, pulling the rug up and move the chair away, before turning and walking to the large 3D artwork that hangs
behind my desk, depicting a wolf. His eyes filled with rage and his fangs bared.
Staring at the image, I place my finger on the centre of his forehead, feeling something buzz and then a faint click.
I look to the ground where my desk usually stands, watching as the panels move back, revealing a metre square area. There’s a
panel on it and crouching down, I place my hand on it, allowing it to scan my hand.
‘Enter Pin‘ Flashes on the screen and I quickly thumb it in and finally... the key...
I pull out the chain from around my neck that has a metal tag at the end that I always wear underneath my clothes. Clicking on
the small indent, it clicks and a slim intricate key–like panel pops out. I remove it and place it into the small square
that awaits it.
A faint blue light scans over the entire surface before a faint whirring sound comes from it and the door of the safe swings open.
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It’s half a metre deep, and it’s filled with money, papers, files and old books and

boxes.
I reach for one specific box, and take it out. I unlock it with a pin, and flip it open, taking out the yellowed paper that’s been torn
from an old book along with a white
envelope.
I stare at the torn paper, reading the italic text at the bottom of the page.
‘Beware the one that wears the mark of discord, mischief and death.‘
But it isn’t the message that makes my heart race, but the image itself. Despite how battered it has become over the years, it’s
clear. An ancient symbol that does not align with any language, but what gets to me is that it’s identical to Zaia’s birthmark that
sits on the side of her left breast... 2
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A mark that somehow holds far more importance and meaning than we know. Someone knows about it and I know if others
found out about it, it will only put her in danger. Even those who currently love her would turn upon her.
I place the paper down and take out the envelope from the box. It contains another white card, but this time there’s also a
photograph included. A photograph of Zaia on the balcony of our mansion, with her hands in her hair, and circled in a red pen, is
her birthmark.
Anger flits through me as I glare at the card once more.
I toss the photograph down, running my fingers through my hair.
Someone knew about the mark, I don’t know how, but they were able to get close enough to take this picture. 3
I’ve messed up, I thought I’ll send her away and I’ll keep an eye on her, what if I’ve put her at a greater risk by doing so? (13)
The unanswered questions spin in my mind, like a foreboding cloud hanging above my head.
Who are they? Where are they hiding? And above all, why? Why are they doing this?
The ultimate question is, is there really more to Zaia and her birthmark, or was it all a myth of the past? 2

Moonlight Muse Author
Ah... so many questions... so many answers to be learned. Another day. *sleep deprived Muse cackles and runs away,
mumbling to herself.”