Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 45

Kas's POV

The moment I realized Elder Randall had school aged girls working instead of getting an education made me want to call Bronx right away but I am determined to complete this assignment without him. I want him to know I can handle difficult Luna responsibilities without him needing to be involved. Besides, he is busy dealing with the Lenora look alike.

When I was seventeen, I was pulled out of school to become a slave in this very packhouse. Once Bronx and Lenora saved me, I knew I could never allow this treatment for any other werewolf children. There is no room for it in our society. Knowing that Elder Randall was the one who exploited these children infuriated me. As soon as I can speak with Bronx in the evening, I will let him know about expediting sending families with children and children who may have been separated from their families to Blood River. More importantly, the reason we were making the change.

I stand back and wait for the now nervous Randall to unlock the door to my former Alpha's apartment. When he gets the door opens, my heart sinks. It's destroyed. There is absolutely nothing salvageable. I had hoped there would be something valuable to sell. What if everything else in the packhouse is the same way? I have Lenora and Tyree stay in the apartment to look for any paperwork we may need to take with US. I order Randall to have adult omegas come, get the destroyed furniture, and burn it.

With that settled, I have Randall take Marco and me to the next suite. One of the few rooms in the packhouse I was never allowed to enter. It belonged to the Alpha’s son, Ryan

Connors. I stand with my arms crossed, feeling annoyed as Randall fumbles to find the correct key. Finally, he cracks the door open and waves his arm so I can go in first. I take a step forward, but Marco stops me.

"Let me do a quick sweep, Luna," he nods at me. I see his eyes flash black showing that Clash is at the ready if needed, “Just to be on the safe side."

‘Thank you, Marco," I nod in response.

Marco swings the door open and steps inside.

I listen carefully, trying to avoid eye contact with Randall while I wait.

"Hostia m****a (holy shit]," I hear Marco swear in Spanish.

I furrow my brow. What could possibly be in there that would make Marco swear like that. I mean, he swears in English sometimes, but the times I have heard him swear in

wrong. I give Randall

on this floor since the Alpha and his family were banished two years ago," he holds

room. Marco is standing at the end of the bed looking at the wall where the television should be. The wall is plastered with hundreds of pictures of me. All of them with my eyes either

pictures of me sleeping in my old cot in the dungeon. Some of them are pictures of me serving food to the Silver Moon pack. Others are of me restocking rooms from the service cart. Even a few of me on my knees curled up in a small ball while his father whipped me with a

stand next to Marco, I feel my jaw drop and my eyes water. Behind me, I hear Lenora and Tyree rush

out as she slides to a

isn't facing US,

stand there. Help me," his voice cracks

snapping out of the trance of

You don't need to look at this any longer,” Lenora takes me by the arm to pull me out

let the tears fall, "I don’t

"Kas-" Lenora protests.

is no sense in making him angry by telling him about this. Once Marco and Tyree burn everything, it will be gone

shakes her head, "but let's still go out into the hallway. You don't need to be here

a bench in the hallway while the guards and Elder Randall throw all the pictures in the box. When they finish, Tyree advises he is taking the box down to

the end of the hallway,” I point down the hall,

of the hall?” Lenora

salvageable up here, it would be in there. Most of the snacks are probably expired, but there are definitely cleaning supplies and toiletries that can be used for the new houses that are going to be built." I advise to the group. I stand up and lead the

and turns on as the door creaks open. I take a deep breath,

asks confused. She picks up a ripped pair of leggings, exposing an

were mine,” I whisper, feeling very unsure

looks at the leggings and then the floor. Her face pales when she realizes

Justice speaks on Lenora’s behalf. The only people that know are Bronx and