Chapter 14
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
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