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.

Chloe’s fault?” my wolf chimes in, snapping me back to

you mean?”

and Abby couldn’t have a private tent

fight, and Chloe

chuckle, realizing he’s hit the nail on the head as usual. “Dam n,

with Abby, and Chloe

not blameless in all this, and you never have been. But

maybe it’ll turn out

letting his wisdom settle into

myself. “Let’s

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

at one of the patio tables, her arms crossed, jaw

could tell she’s furious. This is gonna be a

I can’t just walk away now,” I say as I approach her. She looks up, and if

be six feet under.

narrowing her eyes at

opposite her, careful

to talk

both know that she’s our favorite person, so

work this out.”

maybe a notch

know how you feel about me, Chloe. You think I’m toxic for

I’ve got a lot to make up for, not

to everyone, including you.”

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

grown a conscience.”

never, right?” I say, locking eyes with her. She glances

her icy fortress. “You can hate me

it out

mine, and I see a glimmer of realization. “You think that’s

don’t know. You tell

her arms on the table, and the weight of her anger seems to

harsh. But you need to understand, Karl. Abby just

need another one right now, especially

flinch at her brutal honesty, but she’s not wrong. If this were a

the moment Abby was single. But I realize that would never work, not if I’m truly committed

being a better person.