31 A Bitter Clash or I Am The Luna Chapter 109 By Moonlight Muse
SEBASTIAN.
She bursts through the door like the Goddess herself, a deep orange glow coating her vibrant auburn fur as she launches herself at me.
I jump to the side as she snarls, turning and glaring at me and for a moment all I can think of is how magnificent and powerful she looks.
“Zaia!” Hugh says, concern and fear in his eyes, but he has nothing to worry about. I will not let her get hurt, even if it means I have to warn her.
She snarls at me, showing off her deadly fangs.
One cannot say her wolf is beautiful, the word does not do justice to her otherworldly appearance. She looks like a beast, one that is made to match mine, simply far more impressive.
‘What are you waiting for?’ I hear Gaultier snarl in my head, and it snaps me from my trance as Zaia swipes the key towards Hugh with her paw.
Perfect.
“Well, we meet again,” I say coldly, knowing I’m being watched, watching as Hugh unlocks the other cuff quickly.
She simply snarls as she launches herself at me.
‘Why didn’t you tell me that you were choosing the other side? I wouldn’t have stopped you!’ she asks, her voice piercing through the mind
link.
‘If you can’t kill her, then you need to take her hostage. Zade is on his way to you,’ Gaultier growls through the link. I can hear the sound of wolves shouting and wonder if Atticus has managed to hold Zade back.
Take her hostage… no. I feel uneasy but keep my face emotionless.
‘Understood. She’s not leaving here.” I say,
taking out my gun.
Come on, Foxie…
As predicted, she launches herself at me and slams me aside, making the gun go flying.
1 growl back as she stares at me, her burning orange eyes filled with pain and rage.
‘You should leave before the others get here, and they stop you. You know you can’t take on three of us, Zaia.’ I reply emotionlessly through the mind link. Hoping she stopped being fucking stubborn and got out of here.
My only reply is a battle cry as she launches herself at me, and I shift. If I didn’t, I would have broken a few bones. The impact knocks the wind from me, throwing me into the far wall with a deafening bang.
‘Get the fuck up, man!’ Gaultier snarls.
I’m not sure how he knows what’s happening in here, or if someone is relaying what is
happening through the cameras to him. But I need to make this look real because both Gerard and the ‘Father’ as they called him, trust Gaultier and will take his word over mine.
‘I know. Get the fuck out of my head.’ I snarl as I throw Zaia off me, but she simply turns and launches herself at me again. If the situation wasn’t so dire, I would have admired her
strength. ‘Zaia, listen to me.’
‘Not unless you have a reason!’ she shouts back,
snarling.
I can’t tell her about Sia, not when it could kill
her, but I need to warn her.
I push her off me, swiping out at her. It’s hurting. Fuck, I can’t hurt her, but my hands are
tied.
My heart clenches as I swipe at her right flank, but she doesn’t let it stop her and once again she runs at me with deadly vengeance, ripping
into me.
Sharp pain rushes through me and the smell of blood reaches me before my blood sprays across the room. I snarl, but it does not affect her.
She’s a beast, out for blood and vengeance. Her aim is to hurt me, and I no longer need to pretend to be fighting her when she is hell-bent on trying to kill me. Defending myself is enough to make this look like a real fight.
‘Kill Hugh Toussaint. The Father’s orders.’ Gaultier’s strained voice comes. I glance at Hugh, who has just freed himself from his cuffs as he staggers to his feet. His eyes are on the gun in the corner.
Grab it…
‘Get the gun!’ Gaultier snarls.
I turn sharply when Zaia bites into my neck, I shake her off, but the pain in my chest is only worsening. I’m hurting her. I’m fucking hurting her. Come on Hugh, get your stubborn girl out of here.
I know I’ve betrayed both of them, just when Hugh was beginning to accept me…
She strikes me again, throwing me against the table and I push her away, running towards Hugh. In this small room, there isn’t much space to manoeuvre an advantage and a disadvantage. But for Zaia who is smaller than I am, it’s better than it is for me.
“Zaia!” Hugh says as he cocks the gun, pointing it at me.
She backs off and I realise she does not care if her father hurts me. That’s clear from the menacing growl that leaves her.
Knowing I’m being watched, I run towards him.
Shoot me, Hugh.
He’s struggling, and I’m almost worried he won’t do anything when I hear my Alpha Queen growl as she jumps in front of him, shielding him protectively.
I pull back, narrowly escaping her claws from ripping into me.
She suddenly shifts, turning back into the woman I love. She’s stained with my blood, her long hair covering her breasts as she takes the gun from her father.
“Zaia!” Hugh says. “Think this through…”
She ignores him. “Atticus is outside, go!” she commands him as she turns the gun on me. I’m in the corner and in this small room, I’m at point-blank range.
Her eyes are cold as I watch her finger tightening on the trigger and at that moment, I know I’ve lost her.
Forever.
But for Sia, I need to survive until I get that antidote, and then I’ll willingly die by her hand if it eases the pain I know she’s in.
My eyes blaze with determination, trying to swallow the pain within me as I launch myself at her, but she’s faster, pulling the trigger just as I throw us both to the ground.
Pain ricochets through me and for a moment I can’t hear anything, and I’m forced to shift back into human form.
I clutch my chest, my vision blurring. She barely missed my heart…
Her eyes widen in horror as they turn back to their beautiful lavender shade as she drops the gun. For a split second there’s anguish in them, but when Atticus shouts, she looks towards the door.
“Zaia, let’s leave!”
I’m glad he’s watching over her… once again, he’s the one who’s been there for her, not me.
Her heart thunders as she staggers to her feet, and I can feel Gaultier trying to get through to me, but I’m unable to focus any longer… the bullet was poison after all… but it’s better it hit me than them.
I watch as she shifts back into her wolf form, running from the room. Not once does she look back and I can’t help but smile internally.
She’s doing ok…
Thank the goddess for that…
I grab the gun knowing she’s long gone as I point it at the door, with no intention to shoot but enough to show that I tried but that I was simply several seconds too late.
“Fuck… he got away,” I mutter.
‘No. They won’t get away. How shocking that you failed.’ Gaultier’s calm voice makes me uneasy. ‘Now they’ll see.’
What does he mean by that?
