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.

Karl whispers at one point, stopping in his tracks. “We have to be extra

nearing their territory. If you want to stop,

us, every whispering leaf,

itself is warning us to turn back. But I can’t; not now. Not

with Karl’s.

do

look, moves with a stealth I

not to snap

hisses, gesturing with his chin. I glance in that direction

camouflaged against the greenery. My

taking the lead as we adjust our

seep into my jeans. We

amplified by the silence. I hold my breath as we cross the camera’s

breath quivering

Karl abruptly halts. I nearly crash into

and points. My eyes follow the line of his

dark uniforms, patrolling the

I mutter

whispers, his eyes scanning the woods, calculating. “There’s a

right. We can use them