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

do you mean?” I ask,

couldn’t have a private tent

for a fight, and Chloe

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

Abby, and Chloe got in

not blameless in all this, and you never have been. But I think that if you go into

turn out

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

“Let’s do

activity—customers chatting,

one of the patio tables, her arms crossed, jaw clenched. Anyone with half

This is gonna be

I say as I approach her. She looks up, and

be six feet under.

she spits out, narrowing

careful to keep a

would I want to talk to you,

Abby. And you and I both know

work this out.”

still skeptical but maybe a notch less hostile than

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

man. I’ve got a lot to

to everyone, including you.”

if she didn’t expect this level of self-awareness from me.

grown a conscience.”

I say, locking eyes with her. She glances away,

first layer of her icy fortress. “You can hate

take it out on

back to mine, and I see a glimmer of realization. “You think

know. You tell

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

harsh. But you need to understand, Karl. Abby just got

one right now, especially not

but she’s not wrong. If this were

realize that would never work, not if

being a better person.