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.

an eternity, we finally pull up to the packhouse.I jump out before we even come

moves out of the way when he sees me racing

get slammed

climbs off of the stool she is

but Lenora never cries.It must

of anger or frustration melt away as I absorb

in a vice

a

the middle of the biggest puddle of blood I

the pant legs and edges of the oversized t-shirt

and realize it’s

my shirt, my favorite

wore when she first came here because we didn’t

when she is tired and doesn’t want to pick something from

calls it ‘

back of her head

didn’t mention

It must be James's.

the

defined purple aura

step closer, trying to avoid the blood as long

reach the edge of the stain,

are you doing, dummy?

Saint growls at me.

slip off my suit jacket and

I can crawl through the puddle to my mate.I feel the partially congealed blood stick to me like a

"Kas?"

I whisper.

It never gets easier.

her like this, I mean.I know when I touch her she is going to be cold.I won’t

isn’t

in the room is her

is in some other part of the

know if she can hear me or not, but on the off chance that she can, I want her to know I am there taking care of

she's covered in blood

if it’s from herself,

was born to do, be

to take

and

limp like a rag doll as I settle her into my

but it’s covered in partially congealed

giant crimson blemish on

"Lenora, follow me,"

snap her out of it.I don’t

our

being asked, Lenora pulls the wooden stool from the

on and sit down.I sit Kas on my lap, supporting her

I need help and steps into the shower with her clothes on,

shirt and pants off,

while Lenora grabs a washcloth

back and moves to the

I

was born, I haven’t seen Lenora cry since she

faith in the Moon Goddess.All of this is happening

comfort her, knowing no words could be

and face, hiding the extent of her tears.She continues scrubbing the blood off silently, as if her voice