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.

wolf chimes in, snapping me back to the

mean?” I

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

and Chloe was an easy

nail on the head as usual. “Dam n, you’re

with Abby, and Chloe got in

have been. But I think that if

recognizing that, maybe it’ll turn out better than you

take a deep breath, letting his wisdom settle into my bones. I just hope he’s

myself. “Let’s

chatting,

at one of the patio tables, her arms

This

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

be six feet under.

spits out, narrowing

her, careful to keep a respectful distance.

I want to talk

I both know that she’s our favorite

work this out.”

raises an eyebrow, still skeptical but maybe a notch

how you feel about me, Chloe. You think I’m toxic for Abby. Hell, maybe I was. But

man. I’ve got a lot to make up for,

to everyone, including you.”

expect this level of self-awareness from

grown a conscience.”

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

layer of her icy fortress. “You can

don’t take it out

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

don’t know. You tell

folding her arms on the table, and the weight of her anger seems to lift just a little. “Maybe

need to understand, Karl. Abby

one right now, especially not with

brutal honesty, but she’s not wrong. If this were a few days ago, I’d

Abby was single. But I realize that would never

being a better person.