I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 37

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 37

A Symbol 

ZAIA. “Zaia, what’s wrong? Do you want me to come down there? Because I swear if you don’t tell me, I will.” Sebastian’s growl makes me blink. “I… it’s my birthmark.” I say quietly, brushing back a few wet strands of my hair.

“What?” “My birthmark. There’s the old book I’ve been going through of old practices like healing, and I just saw the symbol.

“Are you serious? I’ve looked for it all over, and never found anything.” He asks, sounding uncertain.

“Yeah… it’s exactly the same…” I murmur, staring at it. The very same mark that is on the side of my breast, with the upside down V and the symbol…

“What does it say?” he asks, his voice hushed as I drag my eyes away from the symbol and scan the page. Trying to read it, whilst my head spins.

“Blood Born,” I say, reading the title, before I look at the first line of the small text. “The Blood Born symbol graces the ones born of the Celestial Lunar… within their blood is the fire to quench the earth and moon of all life. Beings or monsters, we know not, but fear them, we do.

For it is said that they are the judgement upon the people. By the warning of our Goddess, recite her words; Forget me and I will send my Blood Born, and that is when it is time to end my creation, for they will have forgotten me and I… I will bring an end to their time…and forget them.”

There’s silence as I quietly reread what I just read out loud. Pushing my hair back, I tuck the phone between my chin and ear as I check the next page, hoping for more.

“Bullshit, that can’t be true, that’s just… none of this stuff is real.” “We exist, Sebastian, we’re werewolves. How can you say that this doesn’t mean something? And don’t you think we are forgetting the goddess?”

“Really Zaia, this is modern times. Why should we be praying daily to a god that probably doesn’t exist?”

I close my eyes. “She does exist.” “You don’t know that. Maybe she’s moved on. I don’t think there’s a god or goddess watching down on us,” Sebastian replies quietly.

“I do though, and I know she’s real because WE exist. The paper you have read ‘Beware the ones that wear the mark of discord, mischief, and death.’ This might just align with that.”

“Is there more?” he asks. I scan the rest of the symbols and drawings. There’s not much I can make out and part of the text is in a language I have no knowledge of.

“No. There are just some smaller drawings and a language I do not recognise.” “The talented bilingual Zaia Toussaint doesn’t know the language, that’s a first.” He says, but despite his words, his tone is still serious.

“What can it mean?” “It sounds a little ominous, but don’t overthink it. That’s more than I ever learned with regards to your birthmark, and I’ve been looking. Where did you get that book?”

“Dad had it. It was in one of the old boxes in the safe room. They’ve not been touched for years.” I reply, staring at the symbol. Even the smallest flick to the symbol in the centre matches the birthmark I have…

“He might know more then,” Sebastian murmurs.

“I’ll ask him,” I say. “Yeah, in a casual manner, there’s no harm in it, and see what he says because you are his daughter and bear that mark.”

“Exactly.” “Take some pictures of the page and if you find anything else of that, too. I’ll get them from you next week when we meet for the business meeting.”

My heart skips a beat, and I let out a scoff of disbelief, remembering that. “You know that’s my project. Why would you do this?” I ask icily. “I will win that deal partnership.”

“I have no intention of winning that deal. My only intention is to be near you and perhaps I’ll score another kind of win.”

My heart skips a beat as his voice dropped a few octaves and the words slip from my lips before I can stop them. “And what kind of win might that be, Mr King?”

I’m giving him an opening to flirt, and I know I shouldn’t. Why does the heart want what it shouldn’t? “The kind where I win a smile from the most beautiful woman on the planet.” 3

My breath hitches. I was expecting something a lot dirtier from him, but either he is behaving or he knows exactly what melts my heart.

“Sebastian…”

“Tell me, if I win a smile, what reward will I get?” He asks sexily. Ah, there he is, ever the businessman. I roll my eyes, still feeling a little jittery.

“Hmm, how about this, make me laugh, and I don’t mean a scornful laugh, but get an actual laugh out of me, and I will give you something,” I say.

“Oh? Anything you give me will be worth it for sure, but no violence better be involved.” He says, a little suspicious.