I Am The Luna

“Then I hope one day you will understand me for who I am. But this isn’t about us. Will you help me, for Sia?”

‘Very well, for the child and for Zaia, who has run this pack, despite your shortcomings.‘.

At least he approves of her. She’s made everyone proud…

“Then I need you to intercept me. We are making our way out of the King mansion as we speak. I am with Gaspard who is here for Annalise. I need you to kill him and injure me, if possible.‘

“That is very reckless…‘ Dad says as Gaspard slows down as we unlock the back door and step out into the chilly air. It’s going to rain… I can smell it.

‘It’s the only option I have. I have a camera on me which I need destroyed. They don’t trust me, so I need you to make this look real. Bring back up if you need to if you trust them.‘

‘Understood.‘ Dad’s cold voice comes.

I just pray that he is indeed on our side. I’m certain he is, but I have learned not to trust anyone.

“Where is the Safehouse from here?” Gaspard asks me, as he scans the surroundings.

“It’s a way from here. We need to lie low, stick to the shadows and avoid any skirmishes until we get there.”

“Sounds good. Give the antidote, then we get the boy and get out of there.”

“The boy?” I ask, looking at him sharply.

“A bargaining chip,” Gaspard says as he motions me to follow.

“Be careful, Sebastian, you have my word, no harm will come to Zion.” Gerard’s voice comes through the earpiece, making my blood boil.

Bastard.

“I trust you,” I reply, despite not trusting him at all.

They had this planned… sending Gaspard with me so he could grab Zion. What do they want with him? He’s just a child.

Suddenly there’s another explosion that illuminates the sky, and I wonder if

Zaia’s safe.

“Keep low,” I say, lowering my head, about to turn left when suddenly a round of gunshots ring through the air, raining down on us. One hits my leg and I see Gaspard fall, cursing. “This way!” I growl.

“What is happening Sebastian?!” Gerard snarls.

“We’re being attacked! Are you sure that entrance was even fucking safe?!” I shoot back. “We should have been more careful!” I growl.

That was my plan, to make it look like they knew we had entered and with the bomb that I dropped scheduled to go off at any minute, they’ll soon die even before they turn back…

“Get out of there, Sebastian! Now!”

I grab Gaspard, making it look pretty realistic. “I need to get the anti-” I’m cut off when a rain of bullets hits Gaspard’s back. His eyes widen before he looks down, falling dead.

“Gaspard!” I growl.

“Leave him, Sebastian! Head to the western side, go to Gaultier and Zade now!”

“On it!” I shout. “I’m going to shift, otherwise I won’t fucking make it!”

“Alright.” His voice is tense, but if I shift… it means the cameras and mouthpiece will be left behind…

I discreetly remove the little pouch containing the vial and toss it behind me, growling as I shift, and the moment the mouthpiece falls to the floor, I crush it along with the cam.

“Get him!” I hear Dad’s voice. I just need to get away from the area so they can’t pinpoint my location.

I keep going until I’ve put some space between me and my discarded clothes, knowing Dad and his men will destroy them.

When I am satisfied with the distance between us, I slow down and shift back.

“Drop whatever you’re holding, or I will shoot.” A sexy voice whispers in my ear as I feel the cold barrel of a gun press against the back of my head.

I almost smirk.

So silent…. Impressive.

My heart is pumping fast, and it’s not just from the adrenaline, but from who

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that sinful voice belongs to.

It takes my all not to turn around, pull her close and kiss her senseless even if it means she’ll shoot me in the process… It would be worth it to taste her one last time…

“Put these on.” Dad orders as he comes into view and throws some sweatpants at Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Do you have it?” She asks. Her scent is like a drug getting to me.

“He does,” Atticus says, about to take the pouch from me, but I move it before he

can.

“Not until it’s tested. No one’s giving it to my girl.” I say coldly as I pull the pants. on and turn slowly, tying them as I do. Coming face to face with the Alpha of three Packs…

Her vibrant red hair is pulled into a high pony, her beautiful face is as pale as the winter snow, her plump lips remind me of the first time I tasted her… and those. burning orange eyes that remind me of glowing embers in the hearth on a cold, night…

Zaia Toussaint, the Goddess herself.

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