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.

tracks. “We have to be

territory. If you want

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

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

with Karl’s.

to do this. Let’s

with a stealth I

not to snap a twig or rustle leaves too

with his chin. I glance in that direction and

the greenery. My heart sk ips a

taking the lead as we adjust

lower my body, feeling the damp earth seep into my

my breath as we cross the camera’s line of sight.

breath quivering

Karl abruptly

and points. My eyes follow the

dark uniforms, patrolling the area. And they have

I mutter under my

back now,” Karl whispers, his eyes scanning the woods, calculating. “There’s a

the right. We can use them as