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

mean?” I

Abby couldn’t have a private tent

for a fight, and Chloe was an easy

the head as usual. “Dam n, you’re right. I was

time with Abby,

this, and you never have been. But I think that if

turn out

letting his wisdom settle into my bones.

“Let’s do

restaurant is buzzing with activity—customers chatting,

seated at one of the patio tables,

This is gonna be a

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

be six feet under.

spits out, narrowing her

opposite her, careful to keep a respectful

want to

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

work this out.”

eyebrow, still skeptical but maybe a notch less hostile than she was before.

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

mistakes, and I want to be a better man. I’ve got

to everyone, including you.”

if she didn’t expect this level

grown a conscience.”

locking eyes with her. She

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

it out on

a

know.

weight of her anger seems to lift just a little. “Maybe

But you need to understand,

another one right

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

the moment Abby was single. But I realize that

being a better person.