Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

My heart’s practically pounding out of my chest as we park the car, hidden behind a veil of trees. The

forest feels even more thick and suffocating now than it did on the day that we came here to go mushroom

hunting, now that I know what actually lies behind the mist.

Karl takes a moment to study the map I had s atched from him last night, his fingers tracing the uneven,

ink-smeared lines.

“Ready?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine.

“As I’ll ever be,” I reply, grabbing my bag from the backseat. Karl locks the car, and we head off, stepping

into the dense foliage, guided only by the soft morning light filtering through the trees.

Enter title…

For a few minutes, we walk in complete silence. The stillness is comforting in its own eerie way, but I’m

too focused on our mission to let my mind wander too far.

stopping in his tracks. “We

If you want to stop,

aware of every single sound around us, every whispering leaf,

back. But I can’t; not now. Not ever. I shake my

with Karl’s.

to do this.

moves with a stealth I didn’t know he possessed.

lightly, taking care not to snap a twig or rustle leaves

at 2 o’clock,” he hisses, gesturing with his chin. I glance in that

domes, almost camouflaged against the greenery. My heart

he whispers, taking the lead as we adjust our path. “Keep

lower my body, feeling the damp earth seep into my

as we cross the

my breath

taken more than ten steps when Karl abruptly halts. I

lips, and points. My eyes follow the line of his arm and I see

uniforms, patrolling the

mit,” I mutter under

now,” Karl whispers, his eyes scanning the woods,

to the right. We can use them