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.

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

you mean?”

that you and Abby couldn’t have a private tent for

fight, and

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

Abby, and Chloe

have been. But I think that if you go

maybe it’ll turn out better than you

wisdom settle into my bones. I just

myself. “Let’s

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

patio tables,

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

away now,” I say as I approach her. She looks up, and if looks could

be six feet under.

narrowing her eyes

her daggers, I sit down opposite her, careful

I want to talk to

and I both know that

work this out.”

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

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

I’ve got

to everyone, including you.”

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

grown a conscience.”

with her. She glances away, but there’s a shift

first layer of her icy fortress. “You can hate me all

don’t take it

I see a glimmer

know. You tell

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

need to understand, Karl. Abby just got out

right now, especially not

If this were a few

was single. But I realize that would never work, not if

being a better person.