Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 165

Abby

The shock of seeing Karl drenched and out of breath still hangs in the air as my mind races, trying to piece together why he’s in this state, why he’s been missing all day.

“Karl, what happened? Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? We needed you today!”

The words tumble out in a rush, fueled by anger, annoyance, and although I won’t admit it, maybe a hint of relief at seeing that he’s here and that he seems okay.

Karl looks at me, his eyes apologetic. “I’m sorry, Abby. I know I messed up, not showing up and not answering your calls, but it’s because I was trying to do something for you.”

My brows knit together in confusion. “For me?”

Karl exhales, as if weighing his words carefully. “I went to find those black truffles you needed for the competition.”

My eyes widen. “You what?”

With a deep sigh, Karl begins telling me his story: about the sketchy dealer that turned out to be a scam artist, about Adam, and finally…

“So I went to the place that Adam told me about,” he says, still drying his soaked hair with a dish towel. “Turns out, Adam wasn’t kidding about those guys. The whole place is crawling with security guards armed to the teeth. It’s close to where we were mushroom hunting the other day. In fact, those were the gunshots we heard. Maybe they caught a trespasser, or maybe they were warning shots… for us.”

A chill runs down my spine after hearing this. Suddenly, I don’t care so much about the truffles anymore, but rather about his safety. “Karl, are you insane? That’s dangerous! What were you thinking?”

“I almost got caught, Abby. Had to jump into a creek to escape.”

For a moment, I’m thrust back into the days when we were married, when we were always beside one another for times like this. And for a moment, I almost miss those days.

“Karl, you didn’t fail. You came back, and that’s what matters. The truffles... they’re not worth risking your life over.”

He hugs me back, his arms wrapping around me as if to assure both of us that he’s really here, that he’s safe. In this moment, I can feel my wolf, can feel her approval. “I just wanted to help, Abby,” he murmurs.”

“And you did,” I whisper, pulling back to look him in the eye. “You tried, and that means the world to me. But don’t ever do something like that again, at least not without me. Please.”

Karl nods, his eyes meeting mine in a silent promise.