I Am The Luna

Gaultier and I circle one another, both of us ready to kill.

Two predators, two Alphas, and only one can be the victor.

He spares a fleeting glance at Gerard’s fallen body.

‘Why did you let her do that? He was doing all of this for a better world! A better place for us all!‘ he snarls, his eyes blazing with rage that burns stronger than the pits of hell.

‘I don’t know what this better world holds aside from pain and death! Look around us, Gaultier! What kind of world are you fucking aiming for?!‘ I shout as he launches himself at me. I knock him back, growling dangerously at him.

‘You know nothing about what is right, Sebastian!‘ he shouts back.

If only he could see how blinded he is.

‘Gerard has messed with your mind, but if there’s even an inch of sanity in that brain of yours, think! Is this what you want? Is this the world that you wish to live in?‘

‘What would you know about anything?! You have lived a fucking pampered

lifestyle! I know the consequences of the actions of those who are damn selfish. The Goddess will rain down her wrath upon us, tell me you do not feel her rage from around us?!‘ He lunges at me, and I meet him head–on, both of us clashing before we both jump backwards.

‘You have not lived the life you should have, and I don’t plan to try to get you see the truth. But as someone who is older and wiser than you, I’m giving you a chance to look deep inside of yourself. Do you really believe this is the right way?!‘ NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

He tilts his head before scoffing.

‘Freedom… don’t you want it?‘ I ask quietly as I rip into his left flank. He pushes me off, his claws digging into my neck.

‘With no Gerard or Lawrence, Zade and I are the ones who will lead! That is freedom… and with the world at our feet and the Goddess’s blessings, what more can I ask for? This is the future!!

Only Zion’s words said otherwise…

This is clearly a decision the Goddess regretted…

‘No… it’s not the fucking future, nor freedom. My children form the Third Triquetra. One that is created to undo the decisions she made when she was angry! The Goddess does not want this, Gaultier! See that!‘ I try, but it’s futile. Talking to Gaultier is like trying to keep water in a bucket filled with holes.

Each strike aims to kill and inflict pain, and neither of us holds back as we give it

our all.

‘Why are we inferior to them? Why did the Toussaint’s get more?!‘ he shouts with anger, desperation and rage burning in his eyes.

I don’t know why it’s so important to him, but his rage is getting the better of him, but this is Gaultier; I don’t really think he is entirely sane. That humanity he may have once held has long since vanished.

‘You’re blinded, blinded by rage and hatred. This isn’t what the Goddess wants!‘

“Then she should tell me herself because I am going to have far too much fun in killing you slowly!‘ he snarls as he lunges at me once more. I throw him to the ground, my aura raging around me as I plunge my claws into his chest.

His eyes are manically wide as he tries to fight me off, but my wolf is far stronger than his. He struggles to gain the upper hand as blood spills from his chest, but he is still relentless, and he’s soon forced back to his human form.

“You won’t kill me,” he says, almost as if he truly believes that.

‘Why wouldn’t I?‘ I ask quietly.

A small humourless smile crosses his face..

“True, why wouldn’t you… the meaning of family and bonds? It doesn’t mean anything. It’s all a façade…‘

For a second, a sliver of guilt and pity rushes through me as I stare into his eyes. which are devoid of life and all human emotion, save hatred and anger…