The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

Chapter 56: Kylee

“Hey, Carrie, do you mind if I take my break? Ma’s calling,” I said as I clicked the vibrating phone in my pocket. I didn’t have to look at it. Ma was the only one who called me these days. “All my tables are good.”

“Sure, go right ahead,” she replied with a smile.

I headed through the kitchen and out the back door. I dialed Ma again.

“Hey, Ma, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you were going to be home in time for my call with Avla,” she said.

I winced. I had told her I would try to be there this time, but I had been in a better mood that day. Therapy was going well, and I thought I was progressing better in dealing with my situation. But now that the time had come, I wasn’t so sure I was ready.

I hadn’t spoken with Ayla since she went back home to the Greytooth Pack. I hadn’t expected to hear from her. She made our position perfectly clear, and I couldn’t blame her. But I missed her terribly. I couldn’t count the times I wanted to pick up the phone to call her and tell her about my day. However, I would always be left feeling awful, as it was mostly just to complain. It really made me realize how often I did that with her over the years.

I had worked through that with Dr. Whitham. She actually had me excited about talking to her again. But then I got an email from an old friend back home. I sent her my new number and had been texting. Apparently, Ayla was doing really well. She was thriving in her new role. She was thriving with Theo. Finding that out made the prospect

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her

all had put her through. The same went for Theo. I was surprised to realize that I was glad

here I was… moping. Yes, moping. I was still feeling sorry for myself. It

now,” I told Ma. “I only have a minute to call you back. So, I’m

can wait for you,” she insisted. “I’m

her. “You just give her a call. Don’t worry about me. I’ll… I’ll

“Okay,” she replied doubtfully. “Well, I’ll let you get back to

too,”

up, the alley door opened

out.

she cooed, waggling her eyebrows. “I put

“He’s not my friend, Carrie,” I said, following her inside. “He‘ s

he’s not interested in being my special friend,” she said. “So, I

the opportunity. You could use

my head.

He had asked me on a date more than once, but I always declined. He was really nice and very attractive. But he wasn’t my mate. I had learned my lesson and had no interest in a relationship with anyone who wasn’t my

a nice blue button–up and slacks. The color made his blue eyes pop as he perused the menu as if he didn’t know it by heart by now. My stomach did a flip, and I had to clear my throat to pull myself back to reality before making my way to

brightly, placing his regular soda on the table in

girl,” he

too hard,”