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?”

pulling out a vacuum-sealed bag

“Best you’ll find in the

about this guy is setting off alarm

if I inspect them

“Erm, sure,” he finally says, handing me the package.

are genuine.”

open the seal just enough to get a sense of the aroma and the texture;

think I have a fairly good sense of what fancy mushrooms should look and smell

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

It almost smells like chemicals. Frowning, I run my finger along one

when it comes away

this?” I ask flatly, locking

twitch uncomfortably. “They’re black truffles. Just like

aren’t even real mushrooms, let alone black truffles,” I growl, feeling a rush of

pay ten grand for

“Listen, I—”

grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him close, my other

pocket. “Bad move,” I say through clenched

with what I finally recognize as fear. “Okay, okay, take it,” he stammers.

me go.”

still locked onto

walk back to

over truffles? What kind of weird black

can’t go back to Abby empty-handed. Not after everything. I

her, and I’ll find them if