Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Abby

The next day dawns with a mix of relief and trepidation. Karl and I are sitting in the living room, waiting for the police to arrive. I can't help but feel a knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Reliving the events of yesterday, recounting the trauma...

It's not exactly something that I'm looking forward to.

Karl, noticing my worry, reaches out and takes my hand. His touch is warm and comforting, and it eases some of my anxiety. He held me all night last night—no sex, no strings attached, just his warm presence beside me.

And I think I needed that more than I realized.

"You've got this, Abby,” he says gently. “I'll be right here through the whole thing. We'll catch those assholes and put them behind bars.”

I nod, grateful for his support. “I sure hope so," I reply, my voice trembling slightly.

The police car pulls up in front of the house, and two officers step out. They make their way up the driveway and ring the doorbell. We exchange a glance, and then Karl gets up to answer the door. “Wait here,” he says, giving my hand one last squeeze. “I'll be right back.”

I wait patiently in the living room, watching through the archway to the foyer as Karl makes his way over to the door. He swings it open to the two officers standing there: both female, thankfully. "Good morning,” one of the officers says, offering a polite smile. “I'm Detective Anderson, and this is Officer Ramirez. We'd like to ask you both some questions regarding the incident yesterday.”

Karl nods and invites them inside, then leads them over to where I'm waiting. I stand, wringing my hands nervously. “Hello, officers,” I say with a tense smile. “Thank you for coming.”

Detective Anderson shoots me a warm look and shakes my hand. “You must be Abby.”

We all settle in the living room, and Detective Anderson takes out a notepad while Officer Ramirez records the conversation on a small digital recorder.

"Alright, Abby, if you could please start by telling us everything that happened yesterday,” Detective Anderson says.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Well, it all started when I went to the shopping center to buy a dress for a charity event. It was snowing heavily, and I got caught in the blizzard on my way back. I had no service and was caught in a ditch.”

I recount the events in detail, describing the hours of waiting in the freezing cold, my desperation, the cabin, the two men who had kidnapped me, and the struggle that ensued. My voice wavers at times, and I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I relive the terror of being held captive.

But all the while, Karl is beside me, and his hand never leaves mine. He stays silent, like a rock for me to lean on.

Officer Ramirez glances at me sympathetically but continues to record my statement. Detective Anderson nods, urging me to go on.

"I fought the two men as hard as I could,” I continue. “But... my wolf has been dormant, you see. So I didn't stand much of a chance.”

Karl watches me, his expression filled with concern and support.

"And then,” I finish, my voice still trembling, “Karl somehow found me. Just before they..."

Detective Anderson nods, jotting more down in her notepad before she turns to Karl. “And Karl, can you please recount your version of the story? How did you find Abby?"

Karl takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. “I had been worried about Abby when she didn't return home from the shopping center. The weather was getting worse, and I knew she could be in trouble. I decided to go out and look for her.”

I take in a shuddering breath and scooch a little closer to Karl on the couch, moving out of instinct. My wolf stirs inside of me, comforted by his presence. I can feel her there, pulling us closer, and right now I allow it.

“I searched for a long time in the blizzard,” Karl continues, “but the trail seemed to go cold until her scent suddenly came to me... and it led me to the cabin in the woods. When I arrived there, I could hear voices inside, and I knew something was wrong. I had to get her out.”

My eyes widen as I hear this. “You picked up my scent in the storm?” I ask, astonished.

Karl nods, a small smile on his face."Yes, I did. It was very faint, but I followed it, and I found you.” His words leave me reeling ever so slightly. I guess I should have known, but it still takes me by surprise. I just can't believe that he managed to pick up my faint scent, even in the blizzard, and was able to find me.

Detective Anderson and Officer Ramirez continue to ask us questions, and we provide all the details we can recall. The whole process is grueling, but we push through it, determined to help the police catch those men. As a final note, Karl gives them the license plate number of the truck that the two men were driving, and the officers look pleased.

Finally, the officers wrap up the interview, thanking us for our cooperation. “We'll do our best to track down the suspects,” Detective Anderson says. “You've both been very helpful. It's unlikely that this was a premeditated crime, but it's very possible that your report may just save others in the future.”

I nod, letting out a soft breath of relief. More than anything, I'm just glad to keep other women from experiencing what these men tried to do to me. I was lucky, having Karl there to save me at that last moment. But not everyone can be so lucky.

As the police officers leave, Karl turns to me, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Can I ask you something?” he asks.

"What's up?”

Karl pauses, then takes a deep breath. “How is it possible that I picked up your scent last night? I thought your wolf was dormant.”

I hesitate for a moment, debating whether to share the truth with him. But then I realize that he deserves to know. And besides, he'll figure it out eventually, right?

“Karl, my wolf has returned,” I admit. “And... I think it's for good this time.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “You're sure?”

I nod. “I'm sure.”

Karl's face breaks into a smile, and he pulls me in for a hug. I let myself relax into him, taking in the sweet scent that emanates from him. It's been so long since I've been able to properly breathe in his scent, and right now, it's just as comforting as I remember it being before the divorce

But I don't tell him the full truth—that my wolf returned because of him, because of our bond. I'm not sure why I don't want to tell him, just that I think Id like to keep it to myself for now.

And instead, I just let myself revel in the feeling of safety, warmth, and the fact that I'm...

Home.