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.

really all Chloe’s fault?” my wolf chimes in, snapping

mean?” I

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

a fight, and

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

alone time with Abby, and Chloe got in

have been. But I think that if you

it’ll turn out better

breath, letting his wisdom settle into

“Let’s

activity—customers chatting, employees

the patio tables, her

she’s furious. This is

I can’t just walk away now,” I say as I approach

be six feet under.

she spits out, narrowing her eyes at

sit down opposite her, careful to keep a respectful distance.

want to talk to you, of all

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

work this out.”

maybe a notch less hostile than

think I’m toxic for Abby. Hell, maybe I

my mistakes, and I want to be a better man. I’ve got a lot to make up for, not just to

to everyone, including you.”

didn’t expect this level of self-awareness from me. “Well, look

grown a conscience.”

say, locking eyes with her. She glances away, but there’s a shift in

Maybe I’ve cracked the first layer of her icy fortress.

don’t take it

see a glimmer of realization.

know. You

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

been a little harsh. But you need to understand, Karl. Abby just got out of a

need another one right now, especially not with

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

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

being a better person.