The Young Luna

Chapter 33

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"I think I am going to throw up" Dean complained, leaning back in his chair and belching unattractively.

"You're gross" I told him.

"I don't think I have eaten so much in my life...like ever" he replied, burping again. "But, like I just can't

stop". He bit into his sixth churro and moaned in delight and fullness at the same time. I rolled my eyes

at him, as I leant backwards.

I was perched on Seth's knee, sat in my garden as night was drawing in. Small fairy lights lit up the

garden as soft Latin music filled the air. People were sat around the garden; drinking, eating and talking

and a handful of people were dancing soft salsa together.

The night had been...fun, I guessed. Despite the fact that it was the day before my seventeen birthday

– a day I had been looking forward to – I still felt indifferent. Being back in my old Pack wasn't as

fulfilling as I thought it was. The only people who really commented on how much I had changed, I

didn't really care about. All those people who had tormented me and bullied me as a kid, didn't even

seem to care.

"You seem grumpy" Seth whispered into my ear, his large hands holding my waist as I leant against his

shoulder.

"I'm just tired and I kind of want to go home already" I admitted honestly. "I thought coming back here

would..." I trailed off.

"You going to finish that sentence?" Seth questioned, eyebrow raising at me.

"I thought coming back here would feel better. But it doesn't" I shrugged. Seth offered me a soft smile

before he pressed a sweet kiss to my temple. "I'm just don't think I care as much as I used to. I want to

go home".

"I need to wrap somethings up tomorrow with Alpha Parker and then we can leave tomorrow evening"

he replied. I nodded and leant back against him a little more. "Is there something else bothering you?"

"Yeah" I admitted with a heavy sigh. "My best friend, Chris, I just forgot how much I missed him. It's not

the same just speaking to him through text message and facebook and things" I shrugged.

Seth was silent for a few seconds, "I'll authorise a pack transfer if that's what you want".

"That's sweet" I smiled. I turned around slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "But Chris is only

seventeen, his parents won't let him transfer yet. But maybe next year after he finishes high

school...well if I can convince him not to disappear off to college".

"Whatever you want" Seth replied. I kissed him quickly again, before glancing at my watch. "It's getting

late, you want to head to bed?"

"Nah, you go ahead. I just want to take a walk for a bit" I replied, standing up and stretching. Seth

watched me cautiously for a second. He didn't look like he was about to let me go. "I'm going to head to

the shooting range with Chris. I won't be any longer than an hour, I promise". I leant down and kissed

his cheek. "I love you".

"You have your phone on you, right?" he asked, and I nodded. "Alright, call me if there are any

problems".

I left Seth with Dean and the others, and skimmed around the corners of my parent's garden – making

sure that my neurotic mother didn't catch me leaving early – before finding Chris sipping a can of coke

near the food table. I waved him over, gesturing that I wanted him to follow me. He gave me a sly nod

but didn't immediately follow me.

Chris and I always snuck out of any pack party when we were kids, and my mother had become aware

of it. So, any time there was some sort of event she was always watching out in order to catch us

sneaking off. So, Chris and I knew every way to sneak past my Rottweiler of my mother – and rule

number one was never leave together.

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I mimed shooting my bow to him and he nodded, understanding that I would meet him at the shooting

range. After that, it was the simply job of sneaking out the party without my mother spotting me. First I

located my mother, walking over to Seth to chat him up. I rolled my eyes and knew I had to disappear

before he let her know I was leaving.

I walked over to my Aunt Maria and chatted briefly to her, watching my mother out of the corner of my

eye the entire time. But, I quickly realised my mistake as Maria wouldn't shut up and let me escape,

she just kept asking about being a Luna and running a Pack. I wanted to scream at her to shut up, but

knew that the drama would bring my mother running.

So, I selfishly grabbed Dean as he walked past. He grunted in shock around his mouthful of food.

"Maria, this is Dean. He's the third in command. Him and his mate have just had a baby boy" I stated –

not feeling even a little bit bad for throwing Dean under the bus.

Maria squealed, "a baby boy? How cute. Do you have any pictures?"

"Um...sure...yeah". He shot me a confused look before pulling his phone from his pocket and showing

Maria pictures of Bentley. She gushed over the baby, completed captivated by the pictures, so I took

that as my opportunity to escape. I gave Dean a small pat of the arm, before slinking away.

Dean's eyes flashed with annoyance. "No" he mouthed at me, shaking his head. "Don't you fucking

dare" he mimed, as Maria kept gushing over his son.

"Obey your Luna bitch" I mouthed back, before turning my back to him and disappearing.

The night was a cool one, and there was a soft summery breeze, forcing me to rub my bare arms as I

walked through the Pack territory. As if on auto pilot, I wound up at the shooting range without even

noticing where I was truly going.

Lights were on inside the long, rectangular shaped, shed. I eased the door open, to see Chris setting

up the targets down the far end. "Took you long enough, Nancy Drew" he teased.

"Harder to disappear when everyone actually wants to talk to you" I snorted.

"You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy".

"Tell me about it" I snorted. "Everything has changed around here".

"Nah" Chris shook his head, taking two long bows from the cupboard. "Here is exactly the same, you're

the one whose changed".

"Only the way I look" I dismissed, as I took the bow from him. Chris gave me a sardonic look as he

dumped two bag of arrows in between us. "What? I haven't changed that much".

"Really?" He gave me another look as we both took our position here the entrance and loaded our

bows. "Oh come on, May, you're like a completely different person".

"Am not" I snorted, lining up my shot with the target.

"The May Thorne I knew, would never have been seen dead in dresses and makeup" he replied, letting

his shot go. His arrow hit a millimetre above the target and he cussed quietly under his breath.

"So, I've brought a few dresses. That doesn't mean anything". I let my arrow go and hit the centre of

the target.

"Still a show off, I see" Chris snorted. I flipped him off as he lined up another shot. He let it go and got

slightly closer to the bullseye, but still missed. "I'm out of practice without you around".

"Don't blame me for your weak ass shooting, boy" I snorted. I grabbed another arrow and shot it –

easily getting the bullseye again. The two arrows were less than a millimetre apart. "If I can run a Pack

and still practice, so can you".

"Thought you said that Seth runs the Pack and you just suck his dick when he comes home?" he jokes.

"I said that to you too? Damn, I need some new lines". We both laughed as Chris let another arrow go

and finally hit the bullseye. "Fuck yeah" I smirked.

"That's what I'm talking about baby". We high fived, sharing a warm smile that made me feel nostalgic

for those nights our parents would have to come find us, because we lost track of time and ended up

staying inside the shooting range until the early hours of the morning.

"You can come back with me, you know" I said, voice suddenly sad and wishful.

He gave me a look, "you know I can't yet. My parents would never let me. Plus, they have Harvard or

Yale lined up for me after high school".

"It's lucky I mated Seth because otherwise my parents would be trying to see if they could force me into

college". I gave a shiver in disgust and Chris laughed.

"You would probably get in on a sports scholarship if you wanted to go still" he shrugged, as we both

lined up more arrows.

"College was never for me. That was always your thing, nerd". We let the arrows fly and they both hit

the bullseye – mine a second before his due to my strength. We shared another high five, before

heading down to collect our arrows and change the target sheets.

"Hey" I said, grabbing Chris' arm to stop him. "Just have a think about what I said. There will always be

a place for you in my Pack. I promise you that".

"I might just take you up on that offer, one day" he grinned at me.

I grinned back, "you'd better".

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