I Am The Luna

ZADE.

I see the nurse break away as if trying to get a signal on her phone as she whispers, "We need help. This is wrong!" She then seems to realise now is not the time and backs away.

When Timon gives the order to open fire, time seems to slow...

I see the determination, honour and confidence in the soldiers ready to die for their people. The dread in some of them, the panic and fear in the civilians, mixed with anger and disbelief as they witness the truth that is going to be buried tonight...

Or so they think.

Because that is not happening on my watch.

I jump out from where I'm taking cover, shifting into my wolf as I draw on every ounce of power that I have left in me. My eyes blaze as my blue aura spreads like a barrier just as bullets rain down on us.

I keep the barrier up, feeling the strain as I wait for them to take a gap to reload. And when they do I launch myself forward, simultaneously the military open fire. I didn't think I'd have any backup, but somehow, I didn't end up facing the Arkan alone. I had help. Human help.

I rip off a few heads, ripping through and wounding them enough that they won't recover, yet in fatal conditions... they don't deserve quick deaths.

Shifting back, I raise my hand.

"These two are mine," I say as I grab Cassian and slam him into the ground, relishing in the crunch of his head.

He won't last long. Brain haemorrhage really is painful.

Trust me, I've experienced it.

Ripping off Timon's mask, I shove him to the ground before the people as I yank a pair of pants off from one of the dead bodies and put them on.

"This is a setup! Sergeant Crawford!" he snarls, "You had your orders."

"I stand for this country, not you," the sergeant hisses, as he clutches his bloody shoulder.

 

Timon makes the mistake of turning and a ripple of shock rushes through the crowd when they recognise him.

"Names. Or I swear... I will kill everyone dear to you," I threaten menacingly, grabbing the man from the back of his head.

"They will kill me anyway!" he spits with hatred.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Alright then... let's do this another way..." I whisper as I grab him by the front of his pants, my claws come out and I glance at the crowd, most people are hugging each other or shouting to be let out, but I see that same nurse peeking and cock a brow. "You should really look away," I say to her.

She blushes as she turns away and I look back at the man I'm now holding. "So will you talk, or shall I castrate you?" I ask quietly.

"The..." he clenches his jaw and my eyes glimmer. "The... p"

He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

I think I got my answer but I still want to hear it.

I yank him closer by his hair. "Three..." I squeeze harder, "Two..."

"The president!" he hisses as he screams in pain.

"Too late... one too many werewolves murdered. If we were alone I'd do so much more..." I whisper before I rip his dick off. His shrieks of pain ring in the air as blood splatters everywhere and I sigh. Grabbing him by his top I wipe my hand as he doubles over, clutching the front of his body as he starts writhing and then drops to the ground.

I place my foot on his chest as the doors burst open and Valerie comes running in with her brother and Sebastian. I look her over for any marks but she looks ok.

"Zade!" she says as the other two assess the area as their men follow in.

A tad too late.

I catch her as she runs over and claim her lips in a passionate kiss.

'Good girl... you did well, I murmur as I pull her impossibly close, slipping my tongue into her mouth as I relish how she tastes. A soft moan leaves her as I hear Sebastian scoff.

"Really? You're standing in the middle of a pile of bodies..." he

says as Valerie slowly pulls back, her eyes glimmering.

"And? It doesn't phase me," I remark, not wanting Valerie to see it though... but when her gaze dips down I know she can handle it. She is a doctor after all, blood doesn't bother her.

She looks at Cassian who is lying there, blood coming out of his mouth, but he's still alive and she shakes her head.

"Are you hurt?" she asks, placing a hand on my abdomen. I tilt my head.

"If I say yeah, will you take care of me?" I ask, glancing down at the front of my pants. She blushes as she leans closer, her hand going dangerously low.

"Absolutely," she purrs in my ear. I yank her back by the hair slightly, not caring about the stares as I kiss her again. I fucking missed her.

We break apart breathless and she turns, hurrying over to those who had some injuries and I run my hand through my hair, looking at the dead bodies all around us.

"Zade!" I glance towards the door as Adriana runs over. I notice Atticus look at her as Sebastian talks to the wounded sergeant as the sound of sirens wailing grows louder. "The connection is back on... shall I do it?'

'Did you blur me out?' I ask and she smirks.

'Absolutely. I don't think Valerie would appreciate the world seeing you naked on screen.

'Good... then do it. I'll handle repercussions.'

She nods before she glances around and hurries out the way she came, ignoring Atticus, who can't even keep his fucking eyes off her. He glances at me and looks away. I walk around the bodies, listening for any heartbeat as I remove all the masks.

I look up at one of the cameras I had put in the night before, Just in case...

And it had paid off...

"Oh, Valerie!"

I glance over at the same nurse who hugs Valerie and starts rambling before I slowly walk around the ground, scanning the floor for my phone. Before I even find it, Sebastian curses.

"What the fuck is this..." he mutters.

I smirk faintly as a whisper spreads and realise Adriana has followed my orders.

Right now, every major news channel has been cut off and replaced by the footage of what happened here.

Let the world know the fucking truth.

"Zade, what is this?" Zaia asks pale as she steps inside.

I cock a brow as the paramedics and police begin hurrying in, shrugging.

"What is it?" I ask.

She looks at me, not believing it as Valerie, who is tending to someone, looks at us curiously but doesn't say anything.

"This is..."

"Karma." With that one word echoing in the almost silent room, I take Valerie by the hand, motioning for the paramedic to take over and guide her out of the hall.

We've spent far too long in that fucking place.

Now... I have one last stop to make before my work is done.

I release-

"I don't care. You did the right thing," she says, nodding.

"Enough really is enough."

She cups my face and I nod.

Yeah... it really has been enough.