Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 58: Getaway Driver
I’m pacing my living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, lost in my thoughts. The night has been a

coc ktail of emotions—high spirits at the party, laughter with Abby… And then, of course, there was the

palpable tension with Chloe.

I thought I had managed to keep my feelings under wraps, maintain the casual facade. But Chloe had

to go and ruin it, filling the air with words like poison darts.

“Stay away from him,” she had whispered to Abby, not knowing that I was within earshot.

Who the hell does she think she is?

I throw myself onto the leather chair, my fingers gripping the armrests, the echo of Chloe’s words still

fresh in my mind. “Stay away from him,” she had said, as though her voice could erect a wall between

Abby and me—a wall I’m not certain even I could scale at this point.

“What is her problem?” I growl to myself, my thoughts a whirlwind of frustration.

“She clearly dislikes you,” my wolf interjects, his voice a rumbling presence in the depths of my

consciousness.

“You think I can’t see that? And it’s not the first time, either,” I retort, my mind slipping back in time, to

another party, another confrontation.

It had been a similar occasion. Friends, laughter, a lively atmosphere.

Abby had been radiant, the center of my universe. But then Chloe had started arguing with me. About

what, I can barely remember.

What I do recall is the anger, my territorial instincts flaring up, the undeniable urge to assert my

dominance. I had ended up kicking her out of the party.

The aftermath was equally vivid. Abby had been furious, her eyes ablaze with a fire I had rarely seen.

“You’re trying to ruin my friendships, Karl,” she had yelled, her voice strained with emotion. She had left

with Chloe, her best friend, her confidant. Abby hadn’t come home for two days. When she finally did,

the atmosphere between us had been colder than a winter night.

her voice heavy with disappointment when I tried to

can’t be nice to my friends, then don’t expect any

my face, the weight of the past settling on my shoulders. “Is this

“If I ever have

life tiptoeing around her

a touch of reproach in his tone. “You left

What

I know I screwed up. And I’m working d mn hard to be a

deserves,” I snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s

give me

wolf whispers, his voice softening. “She might not fully realize it

in you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t allow you back

has.”

back into the chair, letting the words sink in, a tiny glimmer

Abby does see the changes in

rebuild what

table, ripping me from my internal

Gianna, my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

come home next weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your Council has called

meeting. Can you come?”

ever since I moved to the city. I realize I

off

my

life—the life I left behind and the one I’m

and sometimes I drop

cue, my phone buzzes again, pulling me

a sense of dread mingling with anticipation. It’s late.

calling?

I answer, trying to keep

me,” she stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to get off the

lost. And—”

me your location. I’m coming to get you,” I interrupt, my

replaced by a primal urge to

locking my apartment with an urgency that

time, my phone guiding me to

over what the hell is going on between

throwing flour at each other like a couple of lovestruck teens, and the next

her

the night when

really the villain in their narrative, or just a

as my phone indicates that I’m nearing Abby’s location. My

catching sight of