Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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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

If you

of every single sound around us, every whispering leaf, every chirping bird, as

is warning us to turn back. But I can’t; not now. Not ever. I shake my head, leveling my

with Karl’s.

to do this.

shooting me one last worried look, moves with a

treading lightly, taking care not to

2 o’clock,” he hisses, gesturing with his chin. I glance in that direction and see the

almost camouflaged against the greenery. My

them,” he whispers, taking the lead as we adjust our

body, feeling the damp earth seep into my jeans. We

I hold my breath as we cross the camera’s line of sight. Once past,

my breath

taken more than ten steps when Karl abruptly halts. I nearly crash into him.

follow the line of his arm

dark uniforms, patrolling the area. And they have

mutter

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

We can use them as