Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Karl

When we're finished, I stand up in the snow, feeling the exhilaration of our secret rendezvous coursing through my veins.

My chest heaves as I catch my breath, and I reach out to help Abby to her feet. Her eyes meet mine, and we share a contented smile. There's something about being out here in the wilderness, away from the constraints of the party, that feels liberating.

Or maybe it's just the sensation of her body wrapped around mine that's exhilarating.

I pull her close, my lips finding hers in a lingering kiss. She tastes sweet, her lips warm against mine. It's a sensation that I've learned to not take for granted, because I don’t know when I'll feel it again. Somehow, though, after three years of being apart, making love to Abby still feels so familiar, so comforting. It feels as though hardly any time has passed; and especially now that her wolf has returned, our connection has only grown.

I remember back when we first met, her skills in bed showed nothing but inexperience. So did mine; I had had a couple of girlfriends before her, but none of it ever really meant anything. Abby was a virgin, but she learned quickly. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other—at least, not up until the dreaded panties incident. Thanks to Gianna and her scheming ways, everything was ruined.

But things are looking up for now. And I've got Abby back by my side. Maybe it's not perfect, but it doesn't matter. I'm not stopping until she’s mine again.

Finally, I'm the first one to break the silence. “Ready to head back to the party?” I ask, my voice a low murmur. I don't want to leave, but I know that people will be looking for me back at the house.

It is my party, after all. I should be there, no matter how badly I want to stay here in the woods with her, and preferably with no clothes on.

She nods, her gaze dropping to her dress. “Oh, no,” she murmurs, running a hand through her hair. “My dress..."

My eyes follow hers. The dark fabric is wet around the hem, where the tuxedo jacket didn't protect it from the snow. feel a pang of guilt for potentially ruining her dress, and I bend down to help brush the snow away.

“I'm sorry,” I mutter as I attempt to clean off her dress using the inside lining of my tuxedo jacket, which is soaking wet now as well. I guess I won't be wearing my jacket for the remainder of the party, but I don't mind. It was worth it.

But Abby just giggles, a sound that warms my heart like nothing else. “It'll dry off soon enough,” she says, her smile radiant. “I'll sneak upstairs and use my hairdryer if I need to.”

Her words make me laugh. It's moments like these that remind me of what I've been missing all these years, what I want back so badly.

I can't help but think to myself that I have to make her mine; I have to have her by my side always. I'll do whatever it takes to prove to her that I'm serious about us, that I'll never break her heart again.

But how do I show her that?

Abby and I are just walking back into the party, sneaking through the back entrance with our masks secured once more so as not to raise any suspicions, when Marcus approaches us. I recognize him easily, despite the mask. In the sea of masks, it's not so easy to spot people; but up close, it's easy as pie.

“Karl,” he says, sounding a bit urgent, “I need to tell you something.”

My heart sinks as I look at him, my face pale beneath my mask. “What is it?” I ask, my voice tense with anticipation.