Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

As Karl speaks, my fingers worry the hem of my white chef’s coat, now no

longer pristine but splattered with sauce and tiny stains and the remains of

haphazardly cooked meals. It feels like a perfect representation of my inner

world right now: once untarnished and lily-white, but now stained and weathered

from the trials I’ve been through today.

We’re still standing in the supply closet, and the air feels thick. Karl is standing

over me still, his hand pressed into the door next to my head, sandwiching me

there with his body.

Enter title…

My wolf stirs ever so slightly, but now is not the time; I just found out that Karl

tried to talk to the judges for me, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

“Abby…” he begins, his voice trailing off for a moment as his eyes search mine.

Finally, he pushes away from the door and crosses the small room, running his

hand through his hair for what feels like the millionth time in the past few

minutes.

“Just tell me, Karl,” I murmur, blinking away the tears that are threatening to

spill.

He pauses, then draws in a deep breath, and turns to face me again. “Abby,

yes, I did talk to Logan; but I never tried to bribe anybody. I hope you can

believe me in that regard.”

whirlwind that

Karl has no reason to lie to me right now.

he promised all those weeks

know, Karl. But why talk to him?

can tell he’s choosing his words

“I told him you’re an incredible chef, Abby. The

don’t deserve the way he treats

The word hangs

jaw tightens, and he looks away for

he faces me again, it’s as though there’s

there’s something that he wants to tell me but he

out.

Abby. He doesn’t see

are putting in your heart and soul

competition. That’s it.”

what to say.

itself around my

also dread because I know

are, nothing Karl can say

this

I

whisper. “What happened, really?”

“He was

caught him in the act, tried to stop him. I

swear, Abby, I never laid a finger

Karl,

this sort of context. Not in a

not

the guards didn’t believe you?” I

shakes his head. “The guards think I’m lying. The sous

the footage looks… Anyway, it doesn’t

I won’t be

the floor unblinking, staring at my feet. Outside, I can

crackle to life again: “Contestants, this is your

stage in two minutes. I repeat, two

can say anything, Karl’s hand reaches out