Chapter 101
I Am The Luna
23. An Attack ZAIA. or I Am The Luna Chapter 101 By Moonlight Muse
I look down at my gun on the bed and trying to keep my heart steady, I grab the gun and spin around,
swinging it at the person creeping up on me.
Itâs a man. Heâs tall and clearly well- built, wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie. Itâs all I see as a low
snarl escapes him and he shoves me back with immense force.
Blindly, I pull the trigger on the gun. The sound is loud as the bullet hits the ceiling. The man is on top
of me fast, his knee to my stomach as he throws me onto the bed, grabbing my hair as he hits me
across the face.
I kick out blindly, trying to get up, only for the man to throw a punch at me. I can taste blood in my
mouth as I struggle to free myself and roll off the bed, hitting the carpeted floor.
This man is strong.
Everything is happening so fast and the way heâs moving, I can tell he is not new to this. Heâs wearing
a baseball cap that covers his eyes and although Iâm trying to get a look at him, Iâm unable to.
He grabs hold of my ankle when I try to kick him and yanks my legs out from under me, but this time
Iâm ready and I donât plan to go down that easily this time.
Iâm unable to pull the trigger on the gun that Iâm still holding, but twisting, I slam the end of it into his
crotch with all the strength I can muster, a low growl ripping from my throat.
He grunts and lets go of me, yanking the gun from my hold and swinging it at me despite clutching his
crotch. I jump to my feet, breathing hard.
âYou hurt her⦠didnât you?â I ask, my voice shaking. He doesnât reply, and heâs recovered fast, rushing
at me once again, but this time Iâm ready. My eyes blaze as my aura surges around me.
âEnough!â I scream as he makes impact with me and I push back with all force, throwing him to the
ground. His aura fills the room, and he growls menacingly. I can hear shouting and the sound of
footsteps.
He turns, glancing at the door before he looks back at me and Iâm looking into a pair of grey eyes, but
one of them doesnât have a pupil⦠just a full greyâ¦
What is that? He smiles slightly, and my heart skips a beat as a strong sense of familiarity rushes
through me.
âHello there.â He whispers. His voice is deep yet soft, rhythmic even, and my stomach drops.
I know who it isâ¦
He looks a lot like Dad. His eyes are the colour of Momâs, but thereâs a coldness to them, almost as if
they are soulless.
âZade,â I say quietly.
Our eyes meet and I see the glimmer of surprise in them.
âYou know who I am.â
âOf course, I do. You look just like Dad.â I say. âAnd you have her eyes⦠how could you kill her?â
âI didnât kill her, you did,â he says with such confidence it makes my heart drop.
âNo, I didnât.â
âDidnât you? She was alive when I left her several minutes earlier.â He whispers challengingly. âYouâre
sick,â I say, trying to control my emotions.
Mom might still wake upâ¦
âI really donât know what is so special about you⦠but you picked the wrong side!â He snarls, before he
swings his fist at me. I duck, kicking out at his feet from beneath him, he staggers, falling to one knee,
but heâs up fast.
âWhatâs going on?!â The shout from a guard comes.
I see him glance towards the window.
I canât let him get away! Heâs about to run to the window and I throw myself at him, trying to stop him.
We struggle for a few moments, the running footsteps getting closer.
Just a bit longer!
Suddenly he slams his elbow into my chest, throwing me off with such power I go flying across the
room and hit the far wall.
I groan as I slide down the wall. Pain rushes through my head, as the door is thrown open just as Zade
jumps through the window smashing right through the glass.
âWhatâs going on?!â One of the guards shouts as three men burst through the door.
I scramble to my feet. âOut the window! Secure the area! Capture him! We have a killer out there!â I
shout as the guards rush to do my bidding.
âWhat isâ¦â the guard trails off as he stares at the bed. âTake the staff into custody, I want to know how
this happened!â I say, feeling dizzy.
âYes, Alpha!â Two more men rush from the room, and I touch the back of my head. I can feel the
wetness and look down at my fingers.
Blood.
My head is pounding incessantly, and I can barely see straight. I walk over to the bed, as I watch one of
the guards check Momâs pulse. Deep down I pray that maybe Iâm mistaken and that thereâll be a
heartbeat. Even if itâs quietâ¦
Please let me be wrong. He turns to look at me and from the look in his eyes, I know what heâs going to
say.
I know it but I donât want to hear it.
âMaâam, sheâ¦â
âI know,â I say as I look at Momâs lifeless body on the bed.
Her battered body is a painful reminder that when she needed me, I wasnât here
Sheâs gone.
Sheâs really goneâ¦.
Sadness and guilt crush me as I place a hand on my chest, trying to breathe. A part of me wants to run
after Zade and make him pay, but I canât do anything like this⦠I can barely walk straight.
I look at the wall behind me, realising I had hit my head on the corner of the chest of drawers.
âI need to get to my fatherâs home fast, order for backup to be sent there immediately, and make sure
all the staff and guards are accounted for. I will be questioning everyone.â I say clearly.
As much as I want to mourn her, I need to make sure Dad is safe. I rush to the window, trying to push
the dizziness away and leap out. I shift mid -air, landing lithely as I run towards Dadâs home, my
surroundings becoming a blur.
Iâm trying not to focus on the pain or injury, more worried about him. What if somethingâs happened to
him?
The very thought terrifies me. What if Zade managed to contact someone?! What if someone is with
Dad and they kill him? My heart is pounding, fear filling me as I push myself fasterâ¦
Reaching Dadâs home, I can see the guards are already teeming into the building.
I leap through the door that the guards have clearly forced open. I shift back into human form, as
several guards raise their guns at me only to recognise me and lower their heads. Averting their gaze.
âFind Father!â I command as I motion and one of the guards offers me a shirt, keeping his gaze down.
âThanks,â I say as I pull it on and rush up the stairs, trying to pick up on Dadâs scent.
Please, Goddess, donât let anything happen to him!