Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 17

Bronx’s POV

As I rush out of the office, I get a text.I look down to see who could possibly interrupt me right now.

Lenora: Code Violet Shit.

Code Violet means Kas is in a catatonic state.

She’s having a vision about some sort of traumatic event in her life.

I have given orders that no one is to touch her when she has a vision because she could accidentally use her powers on them.

Carly informs the driver that I am headed to the garage and in a hurry.

He is ready and waiting for me by the time the elevator opens.I jump in the back of the SUV and call Lenora as he drives.

"Lenora, what’s happening?"

"From what we can tell, Kas attacked James on purpose, but she didn't know who she was attacking.Marco says as soon as he entered the apartment and saw Kas with her claws in him, he told her it was James and not an intruder.She stopped immediately and tried to heal him," she explains.

"What do you mean ‘tried’ to heal him? Don’t tell me he died," I feel a pit in my stomach at the thought.

"Well, she started to, and at some point, she fell into a vision. We aren’t exactly sure when."

"She started having a vision while she was healing James?"

"Yeah.She was able to heal all of James’s physical injuries, but he lost a lot of blood. She went all mannequin before she could finish that part," she pauses before she continues, "His wolf is trying to heal him, but James lost a lot of blood.He is pretty weak.He’s in the hospital wing now getting a transfusion. Delilah is down there with him."

"How did you separate James from Kas without touching her?" I wonder out loud.

"we pulled James by his feet until he was out from under Kas. She’s still on the floor of your apartment."

"Oh my Goddess.Where are you?"

"Sitting at your breakfast bar watching her."

"Anyone else with you?"

"Just Tyree right outside the door.Marco was completely freaked out, Bronx.I sent him and Musu home.You're going to need to speak with him.Make sure he’s okay."

"alright.You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah.I-It’s a lot of blood Bronx.Like, a lot.I don’t know how he didn’t die," I hear her swallow hard.

"Okay.Hang in there, Leni.I’m on my way.Thank you for being there for her."

"No thanks needed, Bronx.She’s my Luna.She’s my like little sister.I will see you when you get here."

There is a touch of sadness in her voice.She doesn’t wait for me to say goodbye, she just hangs up.

"Go faster," I order the driver.

"Sorry, Alpha, not until we are on pack territory.We have two cars full of paparazzi tailing us.Going too fast will attract attention or get us pulled over.The gatehouse guards will be able to stop the paps from following us.Then I can race up to the packhouse," the driver apologizes without looking away from the road.

I look at my watch.

We should be on pack territory in less than ten minutes.

Then another five or so to get to the pack house.I rub my hands over my face with a frustrated growl.

If we weren’t being followed, I would jump out, shift, and get home in five minutes.

we finally pull up to the packhouse.I jump out before we even come to a full stop and

way when he sees

open the door and get slammed with the powerful scent

off of the stool she is perched

might have been crying, but Lenora never cries.It must be worse than I thought.She observes me as

frustration melt away

it’s in a vice and I'm frozen

is a

in the middle of the biggest puddle of

up onto the pant legs and

look closer and

just my shirt, my favorite

wore when she first came here because we didn’t have any clothes

she is tired and

calls it

back of her head and all the way down

mention

It must be James's.

at the

defined purple

step closer, trying to avoid the blood as

edge of

doing, dummy? Our mate

Saint growls at me.

slip off my suit jacket and roll

I drop to my hands and knees so I can crawl through the puddle to my

"Kas?"

I whisper.

It never gets easier.

her

isn’t

of her in the room is her

her essence is in some other part

stay like this," I don’t know if she can hear me or not, but on the off chance that she can, I want her to know I am there

covered in blood or if

it’s from herself, until she’s

born

my job to take care

knees and gently pull her up

like a rag doll as

out of her face, but it’s covered in partially congealed blood so

of the giant crimson blemish on the carpet and

"Lenora, follow me,"

get washed up before we try to snap her

our way

asked, Lenora pulls the wooden stool from the vanity into the shower

steam, I step into the shower with my clothes on and sit down.I sit Kas on my lap,

steps into

Kas’s shirt and pants off, leaving her in her

Kas while Lenora grabs a washcloth and starts cleaning

moves to the rest of her

I

was born, I haven’t seen Lenora cry

faith in the Moon

knowing no words could

face, hiding the extent of her tears.She continues scrubbing