Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 404

Karl

I drive on after two dead ends at both gas stations, my frustration growing with each passing mile. The tire tracks have all but disappeared, and the relentless snowfall has erased any hope of following them.

Try as I might, I also can’t pick up Abby’s scent anywhere. I know it’s a useless effort because her wolf is dormant, but I still can’t help but try. If only her wolf were active, she’d be able to release her scent at the very least to help me find her.

But there’s nothing. Just snow, snow, and more snow.

“Come on, Abby,” I mutter to myself, clenching the steering wheel. “I can’t lose you in this damn blizzard.”

I continue to drive, scanning the surroundings in vain. The snowstorm shows no mercy, obscuring my vision and making it nearly impossible to track her. My thoughts race, trying to figure out what could have happened to her.

Did someone force her into their vehicle? Is she out there, lost and alone in this freezing wilderness?

No, it can’t be, I think to myself. She brought her phone and her wallet with her; surely she left the car willingly.

Still, I can’t bear the thought of Abby being in danger, and my frustration turns into a burning determination to find her. As I navigate through the winding forest roads, my senses are on high alert, straining to pick up any sign of her.

But then I sense it: a scent.

It’s faint, but it’s there.

I can’t rely on my human senses alone; it’s time to shift. With practiced ease, I pull the car over to the side of the road, ensuring it’s hidden from view. I close my eyes and focus on the transformation, allowing the wolf inside of me to take over.

In an instant, I become a sleek wolf with red fur, my senses sharpening as I pick up Abby’s scent more distinctly.

It’s a relief to have my heightened wolf senses at my disposal, and I waste no time following the fragile trail that leads deeper into the forest.

The scent is faint but unmistakably Abby’s, and I can sense a growing urgency. She’s out here, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and she’s in trouble. I never should have let her go off on her own. I should have paid more attention.

My heart pounds in my chest as I dart through the trees, the snow crunching beneath my paws. I have to find her, no matter what.

Then, as I sprint through the winding forest road, I catch a glimpse of a cabin up ahead.

The scent of Abby is stronger now, and I can feel that she must be inside that cabin. But there’s something else, a sense of danger that I can’t deny.

I don’t think she’s in that cabin willingly. This isn’t a case of some kind strangers taking her home for a cup of tea and a few hours to wait out the storm. No, this is far worse.

I slow down as I approach the cabin, crouching low and moving with stealth. I can see the lights of the cabin flickering through the trees, and the smell of unfamiliar people reaches my nostrils.

My instincts scream at me that something is terribly wrong.

I stay hidden in the shadows, my fur bristling as I watch the cabin. My senses tell me that Abby is inside, and the urgency to reach her intensifies. But I can’t rush in blindly; I need a plan.

I observe the cabin closely, noting any possible entrances or exits. I can hear voices coming from inside, but the words are too muffled to make out. The scent of men permeates the air, and I can tell there’s more than one person inside.

With each passing moment, my frustration and fear for Abby grow. I know I can’t wait any longer. I have to get to her, and I have to do it now.