Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 72: Making Amends
Karl

I step out of Abby’s office, my heart still pounding. It’s like a battlefield in there with emotional shrapnel

all over the place.

But I’m not naive enough to think I’m a mere bystander, oh no. I’m pretty sure I’m the d amn cannon that

fired the first shot.

“Big moment, huh?” My wolf’s voice resonates through my mind. I’m so focused on the situation

between Chloe and Abby that it almost took me by surprise.

“You could say that,” I respond. “Chloe’s not exactly my biggest fan.”

“Well, maybe this is your chance,” he suggests. “Just like you did with John. Bury the hatchet, put aside

your differences for Abby’s sake. Start over.”

“I hope so,” I reply, running a hand through my hair. “But Chloe’s different. She’s never liked me, not

even at the beginning.”

I recall a camping trip years ago, back when Abby and I were still married. Chloe was there, along with

their other friend Leah. A mix-up with the tents meant we all had to share one. G od, that was a disaster.

The memory plays out like an old film reel in my mind. Leah, as always, was as chill as ever about the

situation while Abby was fairly indifferent. But for Chloe and I, it felt like the end of the world. To share a

tent with each other? I knew for a fact that Chloe would have rather died, because she said so herself.

That night, the tent was cramped, the tension palpable. Of course, Chloe and I ended up arguing about

something st upid—how to properly set up a sleeping bag or some such nonsense.

It eventually devolved into an all-out brawl. Chloe threw a folding chair. I chased her up the tree. You

know, the usual, until Leah and Abby had to step in. They were both in stitches over the ridiculous

situation, but it was real as hell for Chloe and I. We hated each other’s guts.

my wolf

do you mean?” I

couldn’t have a private tent for you-know-what.

and Chloe was an

head as usual. “Dam

time with Abby,

all this, and you never have

turn out better than

settle into my bones. I just hope

“Let’s

is buzzing with activity—customers chatting, employees hustling. A quick scan

patio tables, her arms crossed,

This is gonna be a

walk away now,” I say as I approach her. She looks up, and if

be six feet under.

she spits out, narrowing her

her, careful to

why would I want to

And you and I both know that she’s our favorite person, so we need

work this out.”

maybe a notch less

think

better man. I’ve got a lot to make

to everyone, including you.”

as if she didn’t expect this level of self-awareness

grown a conscience.”

locking eyes with her. She glances

her icy fortress. “You can hate me all you

don’t take it

eyes flash back to mine, and I see a glimmer of realization.

don’t know. You

arms on the table, and the weight of her

understand, Karl. Abby just got out of a

another one right now, especially not

wrong. If this were a few days ago, I’d have been

in the moment Abby was single. But I realize that would

being a better person.