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.

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

do you mean?” I ask, genuinely

couldn’t have a private

for 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 the

never have

turn out better than you

into my bones. I just hope he’s right. “Okay,” I

myself. “Let’s do

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

her. Chloe’s seated at one of the patio tables, her arms crossed, jaw clenched.

she’s furious. This

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

be six feet under.

she spits out, narrowing

opposite her, careful to keep

why would I want to talk to

both know that she’s our favorite person, so we need

work this out.”

a notch less hostile than she

me, Chloe. You think I’m toxic for Abby. Hell, maybe I

be a better man. I’ve got

to everyone, including you.”

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

grown a conscience.”

late than never, right?” I say, locking eyes with

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

take it out on

and I see a glimmer

know. You

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

But you need to understand, Karl. Abby just

need another one right now, especially

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

But I realize that would never work, not if I’m

being a better person.