Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 408

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…”