The Young Luna

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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?"

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

silent for a few seconds, "I'll authorise a pack transfer if that's

around slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "But Chris is only seventeen, his parents won't

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

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

phone on you, right?" he asked, and

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

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 –

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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

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

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

boy? How cute. Do

from his pocket and showing Maria pictures of Bentley. She gushed over the baby, completed captivated by the pictures, so I

mouthed at me, shaking his head. "Don't you

I mouthed back, before turning my

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

door open, to see Chris setting up

wants to talk to

not in

it" I snorted. "Everything has

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

from him. Chris gave me a sardonic look

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

I snorted, lining up my shot with the