The Young Luna

Chapter 42

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.The arrow rested against the nocking point as I gripped the bow tightly. Sweat was dripping from my

forehead and causing my curly bangs to stick to the side of my face. I took a slow breath, as I watched

from my perch on the tree.

I was high up, and against the direction of wind, so as long as no one came from behind me then they

wouldn't be able to smell me or see me from up the tree. The branches obscured my form, but I was

covered with dark pants and a black hoodie just in case.

As much as I wanted to be the one to actually break Rafa out of the Vernal cells, I knew that wasn't

going to happen. I was too recognisable now – perhaps if I hadn't paraded around showing everyone

my transformation after my Shift I could have slipped by unnoticed. But, everyone knew my face now.

However, no one knew Javier's face. So, he – along with Chris – were in charge of getting into the cells

and getting Rafa and the two girls from Yellowstone out of the cells. In all fairness we didn't actually

need to let Rafa go, because we only needed the two Yellowstone Wolves, but we knew that Rafa

would rat us out if we didn't take him with us.

I didn't even agree with this part of the plan, but when Seth put his mind to something then he put his

mind to something. And, he was determined to not only take over the Black Bloods Pack and get the

Equinox Pack back, but to also right that wrong from ten years ago. He was going to finally set those

Yellowstone Wolves free...well if they wanted to return.

Thinking of Yemi and how desperately he wanted to return to Yellowstone made me wonder how many

would actually take up our offer. But, Seth wanted to set things right so that was what he was going to

do – offer them positions back in his Pack once he became Alpha once more.

But, we needed those Yellowstone girls – Kim and Mia – to go back to their families and bring them

back if they wanted it. But since the Council had problems containing them – as it appeared both Kim

and Mia were violent and aggressive – they were being kept in the cells along with Rafa.

I watched as Chris and Javier walked towards the entrance of the building. There were only two guards

they'd have to get past – one manning the door and one inside the building. Vernal Pack was a small

one and the three prisoners they currently held was the busiest the cells had ever been.

Javier hung back slightly as Chris walked up to the guard at the door, chatting slightly. From my

position in the tree I couldn't hear the conversation but the guard didn't seem to be on edge or think it

was all that weird. He probably knew Chris, heck I probably knew the guy, so he didn't think it weird that

Chris was asking questions – especially since Chris had recently Shifted for the first time.

The guard and Chris walked off and around the building chatting. I wasn't sure what Chris had actually

said to make him leave his post, but he'd done his job well. Now, it was over to Javier.

With the guard gone, Javier slid into the building through the door and he was gone from out of sight. I

stayed perched on the branch, arrow reading to fly from my bow at the first sign of trouble, as the

minutes ticked by.

My stomach was rolling as a minute went passed. Then two minutes. Then three. And finally a forth.

And then Chris and the guard came walking back. I rested the bow down and quickly cupped my hands

together, blowing into them and sounding a bird call across the forest and into the clearing where the

cells were. Chris faltered a step, realising my warning, but the guard didn't seem to notice.

Chris quickly began trying to pull the guard back to wherever they had just come from, but the guard

was shaking his head negatively. And it was at that moment that the door opened and Javier stepped

out – Rafa's arm slung over his as he helped him walk.

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The two Yellowstone girls – Mia and Kim – were close behind them as they stepped out into the

moonlight lit night. The guard yelled in shock and reached out to grab them, but luckily for us Chris was

quickly. Knocking a punch straight into the guard's face as I got my bow and arrow back into position.

The guard swayed but didn't falter, as Chris and he began to fight. I growled in annoyance as my best

friend got in the way of my shot and I knew that with them fighting I was never going to be able to hit

the guard without hitting Chris – not matter how Olympic standard my shooting was.

I quickly threw my bow over my shoulder and jumped from the tree. My feet hit the crowd with a thump

as I landed in a crouch that was more cat than it was Wolf. I knew that Chris needed back up, but as I

sprinted towards the group Javier dropped Rafa and jumped in to help Chris.

"Get them to the truck" Javier yelled at me as I raced from the tree line. Then he dived into the fight, as

Chris took a bit hit from the guard. My heart raced in fear for my best friend, but I knew that with

Javier's help that he'd be just fine. The boys could take care of each other, I had to worry about the

hostages.

I reached the group and turned to Rafa and the girls. "Can you walk?" I breathed out, eyes boring into

Rafa's.

He seemed slightly blown away by the entire situation. Kim, the taller and harsher looking of the two

woman, didn't even seem fazed. "I've got him. Let's get out of here". She threw Rafa's arm over her

shoulder and started towards me – her sister Mia was right beside her.

I gave a glance at Chris and Javier, who although still fighting, were obviously winning. Taking a deep

breath, and knowing they could take care of themselves, I turned my back to them. "This way, we have

to hurry" I said, before taking off back towards the trees.

I pulled my bow off my back as I ran, loading an arrow without even having to look. I kept the arrow

facing to the ground, but I was alert and ready to shoot at any moment. I ran through the forests,

brushing through branches and vegetation – one of them scratched my face and drew blood, but I

didn't even pause.

I didn't glance back to check how far Chris and Javier were behind us, as much as I wanted to,

because I had to lead. This was what being a true Luna was about – leading the way and trusting my

warriors to do their jobs. But the sickness wouldn't leave until I saw they were both safe.

It was only half a mile to the truck, hidden under a large camouflaged sheet on the edge of the forest,

but with Rafa likely drugged to contain him he was slowing us down greatly. And before I could even

think about it, someone was right beside us.

"Hey, stop" the voice yelled. I didn't think, I just acted. I pivoted on my foot, took aim without even really

noticing what I was looking at, and let the arrow go. It sliced through the air and hit the man who the

voice belonged to. It him in the thigh and he went down with a yelp. It took me a few seconds to work

out who it was.

Roland. My fucking brother.

The fact it was him made me skid to a stop. The others did the same as I looked at my brother in

confliction. We didn't like each other, heck I pretty much hated the guy, but he was still my brother. And,

yeah, he had tormented me but I had done the same to him when we were kids.

"We have to go. Leave him" Kim snapped at me, her words almost a snarl. I turned to look at my

brother, blood pouring from the wound that I had just inflicted on him. If he didn't Shift soon to heal

himself he'd be in trouble from serious blood loss.

"The truck is straight ahead" I shouted, pointing at the hiding spot. "It's unlocked get in".

"Give me the keys" Kim said.

"Not a fucking chance" I snorted, before flinging the bow back over my shoulder and sprinting over to

my brothers side. He was sweating, tears gathered in his big brown eyes as he tried to straighten his

leg. "We need to pull it out" I breathed, as I tripped to a stop next to him.

Roland looked up at me with eyes of shock, then anger lit his expression. "I should have known it was

you. Fuck, May".

"Of course, it was me. No one else can make a shot like that and you know it" I replied, bending down

next to him – not without glancing around. I could hear people running towards us, two of them, and I

prayed it was Chris and Javier and no one else.

"What are you doing?" Roland hissed out, obviously in pain from his life-threatening injury but feeding

his curiosity first. That was my brother – a complete fucking moron.

"I need to pull this out and then you have to Shift to heal yourself. I nicked an artery" I said, giving him a

rather apologetic look. Because while I may have beaten him up a few times, and it was the first time

I'd drawn blood, this was the first time I'd hit an artery.

"Do it now" he breathed out. I nodded and gripped a hold of the arrow, the blood seeped around my

fingers and coloured it a scarlet red. I gritted my teeth and pulled. The arrow actually came out easier

than I expected and I feel backwards from the strength I had used. Roland screamed in pain and I

cringed at the noise he made.

"You need to Shift and then you'll be fine" I told him. I stood up, dropping the arrow next to him before

glancing over my shoulder at where Kim was getting the others into the truck. I looked from where we

had run from and saw Chris and Javier sprinting towards us.

I turned back to Roland, "goodbye bro. I really would appreciate it if you don't tell anyone about this".

"Are you insane?" he screamed through gritted teeth, "you fucking shot me!"

"In the thigh" I snorted, wiping my hands on my jeans.

"I could have died".

"Yeah, but you didn't" I rolled my eyes. I turned as Javier and Chris reached me. I offered them a smile,

trying not to react by the blood pouring from Chris's head injury, before turning back to Roland. "I'd Shift Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

now if you don't want to die, moron".

And with that I turned back to the others and sprinted back to the truck. Javier climbed into the driver's

seat, as Chris and I jumped in the back. Kim had already placed herself in the passenger's seat, Rafa

and Mia were squashed in the back with us.

"Go Javier, go!" I yelled, as he kicked the truck into start.

"You heard Hunger Games, fucking go" Kim snapped at Javier. She got a glare from him for the

comment, but he quickly put the car in drove.

"Hunger Games?"

"You shoot a bow like that girl from that movie" she snorted, waving her hand dismissively. I didn't even

bother replying, just focused on the road behind us until I was sure we were free and weren't being

followed. And we weren't.

"We're clear. Let's get the fuck out of here" I breathed out.

Kim snorted in agreement, "amen to that Katniss".

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