Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0161
Karl

It’s almost midnight when I put my car in park in the dimly lit alleyway, and I can’t believe I’m here right

now.

“Abby will see how much you care once you get these for her,” my wolf says, satisfied.

“Yeah,” I answer out loud as I cautiously get out of the car. “We’ll see about that.”

Two days ago, I finally found a lead on those truffles for Abby. I found the dealer through a sketchy

website, but he seemed legitimate enough. I just hope that it goes well, and like my wolf said, that Abby

sees how much I care after this.

My eyes dart around, taking in the cracked asphalt and graffiti-covered walls. The shady location

couldn’t be further from what I expected when it comes to cooking ingredients, but desperate times call

for desperate measures, I guess.

“You Karl?” A raspy voice pulls me from my thoughts. A tall, skinny man almost seems to materialize

from the shadows, his eyes shifty, avoiding direct eye contact.

“That’s me,” I respond, my voice tight. “You said you had the truffles?”

truffles,” he stresses, pulling out a vacuum-sealed bag from the depths of his

you’ll find in the

looks genuine enough, but something about this guy

I inspect

hesitates, his eyes narrowing. “Erm, sure,” he finally says,

are genuine.”

a sense of the aroma and the texture;

fairly good sense

I do, it hits me. The smell is all wrong. They’re earthy, but there’s something

chemicals. Frowning, I run my

a face when it

hell is this?” I ask flatly,

uncomfortably. “They’re black truffles. Just like you asked

mushrooms, let alone black truffles,” I growl, feeling a rush of anger.

gonna pay ten grand for some mulch or whatever the hell

“Listen, I—”

grabbing the collar of

his pocket.

recognize as fear.

me go.”

eyes still locked onto his.

back to my

truffles? What kind

can’t go back to Abby

those truffles for her, and I’ll find them if it’s