The Young Luna

Chapter 14

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I had lunch with Shawna, Javier and some other Wolves from the Pack. Everyone was talking about

Seth and I, which seemed to be the theme of the day. My phone buzzed with a text message as we

ate. It was from Seth, asking me how my day was going. I ignored it, so a second later I got another

text. Then a text from Dean and Josh, I sighed heavily.

Javier's phone then rang and I knew I was in trouble before he even answered it. "Alpha?" he asked

nervously, and everyone at the table shut up. They didn't spend a lot of time with their Alpha so it

wasn't normal for him to phone one of them. "Yes, Alpha, I am with the Luna now" Javier said, voice

shaky slightly.

I groaned in annoyance and held my hand out to Javier. He quickly handed me the phone as I put it to

my ear. "Shockingly, I haven't died yet" I sassed at him instantly.

"Then you could at least answer my texts, Mabel" Seth snapped at me.

"Don't get moody with me Seth" I growled at him, "it was your idea to send me back to school. I was

more than happy just to start working in the offices".

"May, I'm not trying to start an argument" he groaned.

"Yet here you are, picking a fight".

"I'm not picking a fight".

"Now you're picking a fight about not picking a fight".

"Mabel enough" he boomed. I saw Javier, and some of the others, brace up as they heard their Alpha's

dominance and anger. I simply rolled my eyes at Seth but stayed quiet. "May, are you there?"

"Where else would I be?" I demanded with a sigh.

"Don't sass me Mabel".

"Don't lecture me Seth".

There was a moment of pause before Seth chuckled softly. "So your day is going well then it seems" he

chuckled softly. I could see the other Wolves looking confused with the conversation between their

leaders – but that was exactly what Seth and I were like. Hot and then cold instantly. I was pretty sure

Seth liked fighting with me as much as I enjoyed fighting with him, and that was pretty fucked up.

"Yeah it's alright. Now stop being a dick and texting me. If I want to speak to you I'll text" I teased him.

He chuckled again.

"Fine. I'll see you tonight" he said, before hanging up. I ended the call before handing Javier his phone

back. A familiar chuckle came from behind me, as Rafa pushed people aside to sit opposite me.

Rafa gave me a mischievous look, before speaking to me in Spanish. "You've literally got him wrapped

around your little finger. He is completely pussy whipped" he said and I laughed warmly.

"Rafa, you can't say about the Alpha" Javier snapped in English.

"What did he say?" Shawna asked in confusion.

"I will not repeat my cousin's foul words" he frowned.

"Oh lighten up Javier. May knows I am joking" Rafa rolled his eyes.

"I didn't know you were Mexican" Shawna commented, changing the subject as everyone seems

uncomfortable since Rafa had sat down.

"Half-Columbian" I corrected, with a shrug.

After lunch Shawna walked me to English Lit, our arms linked like we were old friends again. "You

should be careful with Rafa, he's trouble" she warned me, as we sat down at our desks.

I laughed softly, "he's harmless. He's just a wannabe bad boy".

"No he's not harmless" she shook her head, "he got really in trouble a few weeks back with the Alpha

and Beta. They were really angry, the Beta wanted to kick him out the Pack but the Alpha decided to

keep him. I don't know what went on...but just be careful with him".

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The day dragged on boringly for a while, before half way through my last period a knock came on the

door. A tall man, with a shaved head and large wire cells, walked in. "Sorry to interrupt June" he said to

the teacher, "can I borrow Mabel Thorne for the rest of the period?"

"Of course" the teacher nodded and I saw Javier frown in annoyance. "Miss Throne, collect your bags

and go with Coach Greene please". Following her instructions, I grabbed my bags and headed out with

the Coach. In the corridor, Coach Greene shook my hand.

"Mabel, it is an honour to meet you. I was very excited to have you come to our school. Your archery

skills are something to be desired" he complimented me.

"Thanks Coach, and you can call me May" I replied. Coach Greene chatted to me as he took me to the

gym, he was excited to see my archery skills in real life. It had been too long since I had been shooting,

so both nerves and excitement festered in my stomach. I changed into my gym kit again, before

meeting him on the sports field.

He set up targets and had both a longbow and a recurve bow waiting for me. I smiled as I picked up the

longbow first, feeling the weight and shape of it. I picked up an arrow, feeling it out, before placing it in

the bow. I pulled back, the string of the bow almost touching my lips as I felt it out.

I then lowered the bow again. I quickly looked up at the target and got in my comfortable stance. I then

pulled the bow back into position and readied myself. I inhaled deeply before slowly blowing out the

breath – then I released.

The arrow flew towards the target, cutting the air with quick accuracy, before it hit the target. It hit right

in the centre of the target, right where I was aiming. Coach Greene laughed brightly, "amazing.

Absolutely amazing".

"Nah it wasn't that great" I sighed. Even though I had hit the target, my shot had been weak and not as

fast as I would have liked to. I needed to get my upper body strength back to how it used to be – but I

had gotten lazy since I had been pulled from Olympic training. Before not a day would go by when I

didn't train, but after I was pulled I only trained a few times a week. And even if I wasn't going to

complete professionally, I still couldn't afford to get sloppy.

"I've been coasting recently" I admitted to Coach Greene. "I need to get my strength back up".

"Can I ask about the Olympics?"

I scuffed my shoe on the ground, as I pulled another arrow from the bag. "You can but it is a sore

subject for me". I got my stance ready before raising the bow once more. I pulled the string back until it

almost indented my lip. I inhaled deeply before letting out a long breath. I released. "Damn" I sighed.

It reached the target but it was even slower and weaker than the first one. I almost cried with how much

I had let myself go. "After my parents pulled me from the training, it was hard for me to keep doing it

without a coach. My Olympic trainer would have me up at five am every day training and then training

again every day after school, whether I had soccer or not. I breathed shooting, ate shooting, lived

shooting. It was hard to keep that dedication when I knew I would never be professional".

"You could still enter the Olympics...not this year of course. But you still have the talent" Coach Greene

told me. "It's funny how you think those shots were bad, yet I have been doing archery most of my life

and those shots were better than ninety percent of mine".

"Thanks Coach, but they weren't good enough compared to where I was this time last year" I sighed.

"And, no, even if I trained intensely for the next four years I still wouldn't be able to enter the next

Olympics. My parents are against it, as are the rest of my family. I will never be able to compete".

And it was true. I was a Luna, and in four years' time I would have Shifted – it would be unfair for me to

compete. With my extra strength it wouldn't have been fair, I would be more than a cheat than the

athletes on steroids.

"In four year you'll be twenty, you won't need your family's permission".

"No, I won't" I sighed, but I knew whose permission I would need. Seth would never let me compete in

the Olympics, and I'm sure in the next four years he'd want kids. I couldn't ask for a break in training to

have kids because I was a Luna and that was my ultimate job description. To be the Pack's mother and

the mother to the Alpha's heirs.

"You want to try with the recurve bow?" Coach Greene questioned, noticing how the Olympics was a

touching subject for me.

"Sure" I shrugged. I picked up the recurve bow, testing its weight and pull back, before loading an

arrow into it. I tested it first, raising and pulling without the release as Coach Greene collected my

previous arrows from the target. I readied myself as he moved out the way, my left arm straight and

still, before I used my right arm to pull back and release.

Once more I hit the target but it didn't feel great. As much as I loved the longbow, I was more practiced

in the recurve bow, so it was slightly better than the previous shots. But I still had a lot of work to do if I

ever wanted to compete again.

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