Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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I look at Karl, his face pale but determined. “This is it,” he says softly.

“Okay, so where do we even start looking for the truffles?” I ask, my eyes darting from rock to bush to

the

roots of trees. “Inside the building, right?”

Karl shrugs, almost embarrassed. “Adam only told me it’s somewhere near the waterfall. That’s as

specific

as he got.”

“Great,” I mutter. “A treasure hunt to top it all off. What fun.”

We watch the building for a little while, and the whole time, I find myself fascinated by the security

measures.

“What could they be hiding?” I murmur, watching a couple of guards walk across a rope bridge that

crosses the massive ravine.

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Karl shrugs. “They’re poachers, Abby. Could be anything from fancy truffles to endangered animals.

Maybe even humans, for all we know.”

I shoot Karl a sideways glance. “Humans?”

He nods. “You never know. There’s a market for everything. Either way, let’s stick close to the walls,

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the vines are the thickest. We can work our way down, keep an eye out for the truffles, maybe look for

the

entrance if we need to.”

“And if we almost get caught, we can hide behind the vines,” I respond.

The waterfall cascades in front of us, a constant, deafening roar that seems to amplify the absurdity of

our

situation. We’re risking everything, tiptoeing around guards and surveillance cameras for some

expensive

fungi, and we don’t even know where to look.

Karl nods. “Let’s get moving.”

Slowly, we begin working our way down the ravine. There’s a clear path with steps built into the side of

the

rocks, one upside of it all. As we go, we keep low, hiding behind vines when guards turn our way and

all

the while keeping our eyes peeled for the truffles.

But we don’t find anything. As we get closer and closer to the waterfall, it becomes clearer to me that

the

truffles, if there even are any, are hidden away somewhere—likely in the HQ building. The realization

that

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we’ll either need to turn back and go home once and for all or risk everything and break into the

building

washes over me, and I’m not sure which outcome I’d prefer.

We’re close to the waterfall now. The sound of the water rushes through my ears, nearly drowning out

everything else.

But then, as we’re crouched in the shadows searching for truffles, the sudden sound of footsteps

crunching leaves emanating over the rushing water freezes us both. I peer through the foliage and spot

guard, maybe fifty yards away but getting closer. My heart pounds in my ears. There’s nowhere for us

run, and there’s barely anywhere for us to hide.

“Karl,” I hiss, pulling him down behind a bush. “Guard. Coming this way.”

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His eyes widen. “We can’t be caught, Abby. If we get caught—”

“I know, I know. Think of something!”

We both crouch lower, our eyes meeting for a moment. There’s desperation in his eyes, something

telling

me that he’s going to do something completely and utterly insane to keep me safe. I grip his hand, my

eyes widening, urging him to just stay put and not try anything.

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That’s when it happens—a strange, magnetic pull that I can’t explain, tugging at the wolf inside of me.

It’s

coming from the waterfall. I can’t resist; it’s as if some invisible string is pulling me closer.

“What are you doing?” Karl whispers, alarmed, as I start to crawl on all fours toward the waterfall.

“I have to go there,” I say, not even sure why I’m so certain.

“Are you insane?” Karl hisses, reaching for me, only for me to yank my hand away.

“Abby, don’t—”

I take a deep breath. “Trust me.”

And then I do it. I break cover, leaping toward the waterfall

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