Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

But my screams receive no response. I'm completely alone, alone with nothing but the snow and this stupid dress to keep my company.

I huddle in the car, my teeth chattering as I try to conserve whatever warmth I have left. The sky is pitch black, and the howling wind outside only adds to the desolation.

My mind races with thoughts of Karl, of the party, and of my own foolishness for getting caught in this situation. Once again, I try to call him, but it's no use. I still have no service and I need to be careful about saving my phone battery.

I wish I could shift into my wolf form to keep warm, but my wolf has still been mostly dormant, only appearing sporadically when Karl is close with me, which just makes me even angrier.

It's as if she's abandoned me when I need her the most. I call out to her, my voice filled with desperation.

"Why now? Why won't you help me?” I mutter. “It's not fair. You can't just show up when you want and disappear when I need you.”

But my wolf remains unresponsive, and I'm left to face this dire situation alone. Fear creeps in, and I wrap myself tighter in my coat, hoping to ward off the cold that threatens to consume me.

As I sit in the darkness, my heart skips a beat when I see what appears to be headlights in the distance. My breath catches, and I peer through the snow-covered windshield, squinting to get a better look.

Is it another car? Is someone coming to help me?

I desperately reach for the car's keys, trying to turn the ignition despite knowing that the battery is dead. In my frantic state of mind I keep thinking that by some miracle, the car will come back to life. But it's in vain, and the engine remains silent.

In the distance, the headlights grow brighter, and I can make out the shape of a vehicle approaching. My hands clutch the steering wheel, and I prepare to do anything to get their attention. I flash my car's headlights, hoping that the other driver will see the signal.

"Come on, please see me," I whisper to myself, my voice trembling with anticipation.

But as the other car comes closer, it becomes clear that the heavy snowfall is obscuring their view. My heart sinks as they pass by me, their headlights fading into the distance. They didn't see me. It's too dark, too snowy.

Desperation takes hold, and I can't stay in the car any longer. I need to do something to get their attention. With trembling hands, I open the car door and step out into the freezing cold. The snow crunches under my boots as I wave my arms wildly, trying to make myself visible through their rearview mirror.

“Hey! Stop!” I shout into the storm, my voice barely audible over the wind.

But the other car continues on its way, seemingly oblivious to my distress. Panic surges within me as I watch them disappear into the whiteout.

“No, no, no,” I mutter, tears stinging my eyes as I realize that I'm still alone and trapped in this frozen nightmare.

I retreat back into the car, defeated and shivering. The hope that had briefly filled me has turned into a heavy sense of isolation and despair. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to preserve what little warmth I have left.

The minutes drag on, and it feels like I'm running out of time. The snow keeps piling up around the car, and the temperature inside drops with every passing moment. I reach for my phone once more, hoping for a signal, but it's still no use. Why even bother at this point?

As I sit there in the darkness, a sense of helplessness washes over me.

I feel small and insignificant in the face of nature's wrath. The thought of Karl and the party seem like distant memories, fading into the cold abyss.

And then I see it.

Bright headlights—no, high beams—flashing through the darkness, illuminating the entire road. And a big, bright red pickup truck, headed straight for me.