Moving day

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(Lilliana's POV)

"Jackson Montgomery, get in here. Now!" I snapped, looking around this mess.

"What's up, lil sis?" He drawls in his southern accent. Ok, before I confuse you, let me introduce myself. My name is Lilliana King, I am 17 years old, and currently in the process of moving. My parents aren't around (long story). The idiot I'm talking to is my best friend Jackson, we grew up together for our whole lives so we are practically family. Oh and I'm the Luna of the Silver Moon pack.

"Jackson, we are leaving tomorrow morning, and you haven't even begun to pack. Look at this, its a mess! You may be my beta, and my 'brother', but that doesn't give you the excuse to blow off your duties. Your my second in command, my beta, you have duties to me, to your pack, and to yourself. Don't ignore them, Jackson." Regret flashes through his eyes.

"Your right, Lilly. I'm sorry, forgive me, Luna? I will do my best to be the beta you deserve." He bows his head to me. God, I hate when this happens.

"You already are. Don't doubt yourself, or your abilities. Your an amazing beta, I could never ask for anyone better." He smiled and I smiled right back. "But you do need to pack your room. I'll ask for help because I can't, there are some things I need to take care of. I'll see you later, Jax." I walk out of the room, mind linking one of the guys to help him pack.

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"Help me get these last few boxes inside. There the last ones." I say, holding up a decent sized box.

"Luna, you should be carrying something so heavy." Aron, my third in command says.

"Do you think that I am incapable of doing such a simple task as carrying a heavy box just because I am the Luna to this pack?" I ask, raising my eye brow.

"Of course not, Luna. I'm just saying that..."

"Oh, Aron, calm down. I'm just teasing you. And I've told you before, call me Lilly or Lilliana. We grew up together, do we really have to be that formal?" I whine. Yes I may be Luna, but I am a teenage girl, talking to someone I've known my whole life, I am aloud to whine.

"Ok, Lilly. So after we finish unpacking, I saw this pizza place on our way here, you me and Jackson should go. I know you love pizza." He smiled. Oh, he's good. He knows my weakness.

"Fine." I grumble. We start walking into the house, I walk up four flights of stairs to the top floor. The whole thing is mine. Its pretty cool. I walk into my closet and start unpacking my millions of clothes. I will admit, there is a lot of money to my name, but I don't tell many people that. After spending what felt like days arranging all my clothes I finally was finished. I walk out into my room and in less than an hour I finished off my room, bathroom, and living room. (Yes I have my own living room). The movie room I don't have to do anything to, its already done.

"Hey, Lilliana, you 'bout done yet?" Jackson calls.

"Yeah! I'm finished, I'll be right down, I'm just going to change first." I go into my closet and pull out a pair of black high waisted shorts and a white crop top. To top it all off I pull out a pair of black pumps with white straps. Grabbing my keys, I head down stairs.

"Hey, I wanted to drive! I'm older." Jackson whines.

"Your older by two days." I retort. Aron opens his mouth to say something, but I turn on him. "And you have no room to talk, because you are two days younger than me. Now shut up, and get in the damn car." I point at my 2015 red and black Jeep wrangler. I own three cars, we share them, but there in my name.

About 30 minutes later I pull into the parking lot of the pizza place. Its weird here, probably because I'm used to Texas, but its so beautiful here in Santa Cruz, California. I hop out of my big Jeep and walk around to the front. "So what kinda pizza are we gonna have today, boys?" We look at each other thinking the same thing.

"Meat lovers pizza!" We all exclaim. We stop, look at each other for a few seconds, then bust out laughing. "Let's go." I say, wrapping my arms through one of there's.

"C'mon boys, let's raise some hell."

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