I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 105

27. A Finding ZAIA. or I Am The Luna Chapter 105 By Moonlight Muse

“Think Zaia… think…” I mutter as I feel under the floorboards once again. I need it, not only to track the Sable but to find Dad. Those I have sent out to search for him have so far found nothing, as I feared.

I refuse to let this put me down. This goal is all that is keeping me going strong. I’m desperate for some kind of victory as I sit there trying to think where it could be.

Mom said… our old home…

Could she possibly mean the house we lived in right after Dad and her split?

I tilt my head before I quickly begin putting the floorboards back. I have to hurry, in case someone finds out I’m here. The dust is no longer coating the planks as it was before I touched them, but there is little I can do.

I just hope no one realises someone’s been here, or that I may have found the Moon Dust; I don’t want them to know that either.

Once everything is put back to the best of my capabilities, I leave the way I entered, through the back. Pausing in the door, I look at the house Mom lived in. She didn’t like Sebastian, yet she came here, to this pack for me.

I feel the same wave of guilt that has refused to leave me since her death, and I close the door after me, not looking back. There are things we cannot change… we must simply learn from them.

I return to my car and decide that there is no point in delaying looking in the other house and so I drive towards Dad’s pack. I call Jai, deciding to tell him I’ll be late, as I have some things to do.

“Zaia, all ok?”

“Yeah, but I will be a little late, I have something I need to do.” “Zaia, please don’t do this alone. You have us. We’re here to help.”

“I know…” There are just some things I need to do alone. “I’ll be fine.”

“Ok… just take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

The roads blur past and another strong wave of emotions consumes me as I end the call. A sudden thought enters my mind, and I almost hit the brakes.

Why does Zade want the Moon Dust? What could they possibly want with it that made him torture Mom for answers? They know where we are… unlike us, who have no idea where they are located. My heart is racing and I’m sure it isn’t simply, so I don’t get my hands on it, there has to be more to it…

There is a reason they want the Moon Dust, and I need to make sure they never get their hands on it. With that in mind, I press my foot down on the accelerator, speeding up as I race towards Dad’s pack.

Yet the question never leaves my mind.

Why?

There has to be an answer. I reach Dad’s pack and I lower the window, so the guards can see who I am. The entrance to the pack is heavily guarded on my orders.

“Mind if we check the trunk, Alpha?” “Of course,” I say. Those are the rules I set. I can’t afford any carelessness. They instantly open the gates, allowing me entry.

“Alpha!” Gordon, one of the guards, says as he approaches the car and lowers his head politely. “You shouldn’t be travelling alone.”

The pack members have been relocated to the inner parts of the pack for their safety, with security and patrol heavy.

“I have things to do.” I say, “I wanted to come check how the questioning went?”

“Well, the housekeeper said she did feel worried when your mother refused to leave her room and commanded food to be left outside her door, but she admits she should have told someone.”

“Question her again. I don’t believe that. Someone should have raised the alarm if they hadn’t even seen her for days.” I say dismissively. “If we don’t get the answers, I’ll question them myself. I want answers, not excuses.”

My eyes flash as Gordon lowers his head, and I put the car into drive. “I will be at the Pack House in about an hour’s time. Bring them all there for questioning, including the guards who have been on duty for the last three weeks.”

“Yes, Alpha!”

I slide my window up and drive off, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I will find the answers, one way or another.

I pull up outside the house where Mom and I once stayed, realising I didn’t consider the chance that someone would be living here….

How do I get to the under-the-stair closet in someone else’s home? A sudden thought comes to me and taking a deep breath, I step out of the car, shouldering my bag and walk to the door. Ringing the bell, I wait.

It’s opened soon by a man in his late forties. “Hello… Alpha?” he looks confused before lowering his head politely.