The Young Luna novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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Chapter One

I laughed to myself as I flicked to the next episode. I'd watch the entire first series of the show that day alone, but I decided that it was perfect time to start the second series – at three am, on a Sunday night when I had a geometry test in the morning. But, what can I say, I'm addicted to TV.

I must have fallen asleep during the next episode, as when I woke up to the alarm my laptop had died and I was sleeping with my head in the bowl of popcorn. I groaned in disgust, and slight pride, at myself before climbing out of bed. I tripped over an empty bottle of cola, cussing like a sailor as I did so. Turning back, I gave the bottle of cola the middle finger – as if it was purposefully in the way.

A deep voice suddenly cut through the house. "May, you better get your ass out of bed--"

"I'm out of bed" I screamed, cutting off my asshole of a brother.

"I'm leaving the house in fifteen minutes, if you're not down I will leave with your stupid ass behind".

"Dick" I muttered under my breath, before I quickly showered and ran a brush through my hair. I quickly pulled on a pair of old, tattered, jeans before pulling on an old black Guns N Roses shirt. My dark hair was still wet and curling, so shoved it up messily before pulling my red baseball cap on. I didn't really give a shit what I looked like, it was school I could care less.

I dove into my brother's car, seconds before he drove away, with my school back pack and skateboard on my lap. "You're late" my brother growled.

"Chill out man, you're going to have a coronary if you're not careful" I snorted at him. My brother didn't reply, but I could feel his eyes glaring holes into my skin. I glanced up at him and gave him a mocking smile. His dark eyes just narrowed before turning back to face the road.

Roland was two years older than me and he was a complete tool. He was tall and attractive, with dark hair and eyes. However, unlike myself, he was confident and popular. Roland could click his fingers and have both girls and boys falling over themselves to please him. But, then, my brother was the future Beta of the pack.

I was born a Werewolf, as was my brother, as we came from a long bloodline of Wolves. My father was the current Beta – the second in command – of the Vernal Pack. We were an averagely sized Pack with average strength, but a Beta was still strong and well respected. Not as strong and well respected as an Alpha; because, well, an Alpha was an Alpha.

"Climb in the back" Roland ordered me, as we came to a stop outside one of his girlfriend's house. I say 'one of' because he had a different one every damn week. I rolled my eyes at my brother, before quickly climbed into the back of his car.

My brother and I did not get on – we were polar ends of the spectrum and I wasn't sure we'd ever get on. But he tolerated driving me to and from school, because my father told him to and he did as my father said. Period.

"Baby" a ridiculously pretty girl squealed, as she climbed into the car. I was instantly jealous of how beautiful she was; especially since I was as plain as muck. Her blonde hair was straight down her back, and she wore a tight pink blouse tucked into her white skirt with matching white stilettos. I didn't know how she could wear heels to school – I tripped over in my fucking sneakers.

The girl instantly leaned over and kissed my brother. They made out for a few minutes, and I looked anywhere else as I tried to keep myself from retching in disgust. When they finally pulled their lips away from each other, the girl turned and saw me. "Who's this?" she turned her nose up at me.

"This is my little sister. Ignore her" my asshole of a brother said.

"Dick" I muttered under my breath.

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"What was that?" my brother snapped at me.

"I said we're going to be late" I replied with a sigh. My brother didn't say anything, just pulled away from the curb. Roland and his girlfriend – who I found out was called Denise – chatted and flirted the entire way to school.

When we got there, I dived out of the car quickly. I threw my skateboard on the floor and hopped on it. I stuck my headphone in as I skated through the parking lot. I blasted some heavy rock as I skated around people and into the school.

"Miss Throne, off that board inside" one of the teachers shouted at me. I rolled my eyes, as I jumped off my board and picked it up.

"Witch" I grumbled to myself, as I made my way to homeroom.

I stayed late after school for soccer club, before my mother picked me up. "You look a mess" my mother told me instantly.

"I've been playing soccer, what did you expect me to look like?" I retorted sarcastically.

"Yes but you look like you've been rolling around in the mud" she frowned. My mother was something I wasn't – stunningly beautiful. Her dark hair was short and cropped, which matched with her golden Latin skin made her look youthful and striking. I was hoping I had ugly duckling syndrome and soon I would blossom; but I'd been saying that for sixteen years and it hadn't happened yet.

"Don't forget we have Equinox Alpha visiting tomorrow" my mother reminded me, when we got home. "So make sure you come straight home after school".

"Maybe I should just skip the entire day and help you and dad prepare?" I smiled.

"Nice try, Mabel, but it's not happening" she gave me a look. I hated when she used my real name. I hated the name Mabel with a passion – it had been my grandmother's name and honestly it should have died along with the crazy old bitch. But, no, it was legacy to be named after her. I went by May because at least it was an averagely alright, unlike Mabel.

"Damn" I grumbled.

"And don't forget we have a pack meeting in an hour" my mother called after me.

"Damn" I repeated.

I chilled out for an hour, before my mother came and got me. She glared at me for not dressing up – but it was only the Alpha, I'd known the guy since I was born he didn't need me to dress up.

I was pretty sure my mother was disappointed about how I had turned out – I was a tomboy with an attitude problem who only cared about archery, soccer and skateboarding. She had always wanted a girl who she could take shopping and talk about boys and crushes with, but that just wasn't me. I would rather be shooting arrows into targets than shopping at target. Don't get me wrong, she loved me, but she was secretly upset I was so different to her.

"May" a voice called to me. I turned to see my friends waving me over. The only friends that I had didn't go to my school, which sucked, but at least I got to hang out with them after school.