I Am The Luna

ZADE.

The sun beams down on the deep mahogany desk that sits before the window in the office of the most powerful man in the country, the man who holds the power to make the final decision in all matters.

He can command a war or call it off... if he fucking wishes. And since he refuses, it's time I talked to him, one on one. With enough proof in my pocket to have him arrested, I will force his hand one way or another.

I sit down in the chair, turning it to face the window as I wait. Any minute now, he should be here...

'Are you in safely?' Adriana asks.

'Yeah, just make sure no one picks up on the camera's being frozen, I answer.

'You got it.'

If she and Atticus do fix stuff between themselves, it's going to be a shame not to have her in the pack anymore. We're near 12 members now, not much yet, but growing as we find more people who fit into our pack.

Valerie and I have been considering setting up near the place we're renting and I'm in talks with the owner if I can buy the house from him.

It's a nice small town and with the woodland around there, It's perfect for us. We are going to be a strong pack even if the numbers won't be big.

'Incoming, be ready, he's talking to someone... The person's left... ok, he's entering alone in five... three...'

"Thanks, I got it from here.

The door opens and shuts, and I hear the man hum as he walks towards the desk.

"Time is of the essence," he mutters to himself. I see his shadow fall across the wooden floor and turn the chair.

"Hello, Mr President," I say quietly.

All colour floods from his face and I wish I could have recorded the moment for Valerie.

He opens his mouth and I raise the gun in my hand, cocking the trigger. "I wouldn't do anything foolish because I assure you, I'm far faster than you."

"W-what do you want and how did you get in here?" he splutters, about to move back when one warning look from me makes him freeze.

"What I want is an audience with you. How I got in here is another story." I stand up and push his seat towards him. "Sit down." My eyes flash dangerously and he sits down hesitantly, his gaze flickering to the security button that's attached to the side of the desk.

"No one's coming to help. So if I were you, I'd cooperate. I'll get to the point. As you probably guessed, I am a werewolf and I'm not Sebastian King, who is going to try to come to an agreement regarding the activation of those microchips. I'm here to tell you that that isn't going to happen unless you're ready to chip every single human as well." I say, my voice now menacing low.

"That is not your-"

"Isn't it? I could kill you right now and stage it as a suicide. Don't try me. And I have enough proof to set it up that you were afraid to be caught, hence why you took your life." I reach into my pocket and take out a few pictures, tossing them at him. Clear dealings with two of the Arkan, both who had been revealed that night at the charity auction.

And with one being a politician from his own party, he is already in hot water.

"You... where did you get these?"

"I've been watching you for far longer than you think. I know what you ate for dinner last night... steak, with a side of mash... I know what colour pyjamas you put on... grey... who you met up with first thing this morning." With every word I say, he looks worse. Fear plastered on his face.

"So, this is how it's going to go... you will call an emergency press conference and you will announce this." I hold out a paper in front of him and he looks down at it, scanning it over.

"You... but... and if I don't?"

I place my leg on the armrest of his chair, leaning down and pressing the gun to his neck. "You will die. I got in here without any trouble and I will be able to get to you no matter how much you tighten your security... and besides, once you refuse to do as I say, all this proof I have goes live, just like the Town Hall incident in that small town did. You will be ruined and I will come for you. So, the choice is yours..."

I pause, allowing the words to sink in before my tone becomes menacing. "You have two hours to call an emergency conference on live television... or be prepared to be buried in twenty-four. I'll see you soon, Mr President."

1 pick up the pictures I tossed at him and back away from where he's sitting in the chair.

"Wh-where are you going?" he asks, paling even more when I walk to the door. I give him a cold smirk.

"I told you, I can be anywhere... just like the Arkan you funded."

I'd rather kill him, but for now... I need him to abolish the tracking of werewolves... causing a political issue won't help us right now.

"I'll be watching." With those words I exit the office, pulling my hood up.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Now, I have a wedding to attend.