All Chapters of The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

JaneThe security guard at the rental shop is bearing down on me, and the woman behind the counter is reaching for the phone, preparing to call the police.“No!” I exclaim, “please, I’ll leave. I’m sorry if I caused you trouble.”“I think we should let the police handle this.” The woman argues, looking to the guard for support, “he’s clearly following this woman.”“I’m not.” I tell the guard, praying he’ll take my side. “At least, not the way you think. She’s my girlfriend and I’m afraid she’s having an affair. She told me she was going away for the weekend, and I’m sure it’s to meet her lover. I just need to find out the truth, I don’t want to hurt anyone.”The guard crosses his arms over his chest, studying me closely. My only hope is that he’s the kind of overbearing man to think such actions are reasonable - if not justified, and that he’ll side with another man over a woman assuming the worst of one of his brethren.To my immense relief, his broad shoulder’s untense after a momen

3rd PersonThe mountain village of Alta Montaña sat so deep in the rainforest that unless one was standing at its center, they might never realize it was there. It was well known throughout the kingdom for its beauty and artisan wool goods, but it wasn’t the sort of place many Southern Islanders went unless they were trading or hoping to soak up some time in nature.While tourists poured into the town from regions far and wide, the area’s raw natural beauty struggled to tempt locals – as more often than not the entire mountain was covered in clouds. Even when it wasn’t raining, it was a normal occurrence to walk out the door only to disappear into a blinding haze of white fog. Needless to say, it wasn’t a good place to lose one’s possessions, as finding them again could prove very challenging.This was part of why the city’s orphan gang proved so successful when it came to pick-pocketing and swindling. It was easy to hide among the clouds and grift money from unsuspecting tourists, fo

3rd Person“Where’s who?” The scrawny pup squeaked, her scent becoming completely overpowered by fear.“My pups.” Ethan growled. “Riley, Parker, Paisley and Ryder.”The child’s eyes widened, and Ethan called over his shoulder, hoping the others could still hear him. “I got one!”Running footsteps soon sounded at his back, and Jane pulled up short beside him. “Ethan, you’re scaring her.”“Smell her.” He instructed, “She’s been with the pups – recently.”Jane leaned forward and sniffed the child, barely able to decipher the children’s scent amidst all the dirt and grime. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, but still she encouraged her mate to return the frightened urchin’s feet to solid ground. “It’s okay, little one.” She promised, “What’s your name?”The girl glanced nervously back and forth between Jane and Ethan, as baffled by their outfits as Thomas and Mary had been. She pursed her lips tightly together, cowering when Linda, Mary and Thomas appeared beside them as well. She was

JaneI can’t lose them. I can’t.When was the last time I held them? Kissed them? What were the last words I said to them? Do they know how close I am? Do they know how hard I’m trying to rescue them? I would give anything to have them safely home. I would gladly trade my own life for theirs, though I hope it won’t come to that. The pain comes and goes in waves, which is something of a blessing. Just when it becomes so overwhelming that I think it will crush me completely, it ebbs away, replaced with a yawning emptiness that leaves me hollow but not miserable.We took action immediately when we learned about the pups new destination, but I fear it won’t be enough. We left Sophie and her brother with Thomas and Mary, and jumped in the car, only stopping for petrol . My eyes are so sore from searching the road and surrounding forests, but that’s about to be the least of my problems.“I think I’m going to be sick.” I choke, looking around the car. We’re speeding down the King’s Highway,

JaneEthan walks into our hotel room, frowning deeply. If he notices that I’m brushing my teeth for the second time in as many hours, he gives no indication. I’ve been sick again, even though I initially felt better after we stopped. We booked two rooms after we arrived, and we’ve been taking turns using the hotel’s landline to try and call the theater troupe. I’m beginning to worry that they’ve also stopped somewhere in this area, and therefore don’t have any cell service themselves – because so far we haven’t had any luck.I can tell by Ethan’s face that nothing has changed. He must have come upstairs because Linda took over calling the theater. “No luck?” I guess. I’m beginning to think I must have done something truly horrible in a past life, for us to be punished this way. While I fret about karma and lament our dreadful near misses, I can tell Ethan is trying to keep up a strong front. Even now he looks up at me and wipes the somber expression from his face, trying to look hopef