Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 112
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 da mn 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. Go d, 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 stu pid—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

was real as hell for Chloe and I. We hated each other’s

my wolf chimes in, snapping me back to

do you mean?” I

were annoyed that you and Abby couldn’t have

fight, and Chloe

“D a wanted some alone time with Abby, and Chloe

have been. But I think that if you go into

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

a deep breath, letting his wisdom settle into my bones. I just hope he’s right. “Okay,”

myself. “Let’s do

restaurant is buzzing with activity—customers chatting, employees

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

tell she’s furious. This is gonna be a

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

be six feet under.

narrowing her eyes at

her daggers, I sit down opposite her, careful to keep

why would I want to talk to you,

you and I both know that she’s

work this out.”

eyebrow, still skeptical but maybe a notch less hostile than

think I’m toxic for Abby.

man. I’ve got a

to everyone, including you.”

didn’t expect this level of self-awareness from

grown a conscience.”

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

layer of her icy fortress. “You can hate

take it

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

know. You tell

weight of her

need to understand, Karl. Abby just got out

one right now, especially not

brutal honesty, but she’s not wrong. If

I realize that would never work,

being a better person.

the words strangely