Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 24

“Welcome Luna lokaste, welcome gentlemen. I’m Lady Camille, mother of this coven, ” an older woman standing in the middle of the entryway welcomes us, “Luna lokaste, you are correct. You

will not be able to feel your bond with your mate while you are in our realm unless he is here with you.

Never fear, we have spells that will help you overcome this feeling so you can concentrate on your studies and training. We will show you to your rooms in a few minutes, but first we need to go over some rules.“

Marco pats my hand, “Give it a chance, Luna. If it’s too much of a problem, I’ll call the Alpha.“

Lady Camille begins as if she didn’t hear what Marco just said, ” Now, the first thing to know is you will not be able to speak about the things we do here. Our land has an enchantment that will prevent you from being able to do so.

“The second thing is that your weapons and cell phones will not work here, gentlemen. You’re welcome to escort Luna lokaste anywhere you want, but I assure you, the three of you have never been safer. If you need your cell phones, please ask and we will open up a connection to the outside world.“

I look at James and Marco who are looking at each other with furrowed brows. James looks at Lady Camille and nods once in understanding.

“And finally, time works differently here. Alpha Regent Bronx Mason will return in two weeks for a visit, but it is going to seem more like two months for the three of you. I understand that it’s a long time for a werewolf to be away from your pack, but I assure you, we will do our best to make you comfortable. Luna Iokaste , we will bring dinner to your room tonight. Please have your guards join you for this evening’s meal so the three of you can get acclimated. We will introduce you all to the coven tomorrow morning. Speaking of which, starting tomorrow and for the next eight months, we will begin our days at six in the

morning. Now, sisters, please show these three to their rooms. I’m sure they must all need some rest.”

”Thank you, Lady Camille. Please, you and the rest of your coven can call me Kas.”

”Oh no, Luna lokaste. You will find that there is power in a name. While you are here, we will address you by your Goddess-given name, ” she smiles warmly and turns away.

“It’s gonna be a long eight months,” Lex sighs. Bronx’s POV

Just like Sister Penny said, the moment they disappear, I can’t feel Kas’s connection. My heart feels empty and Saint howls mournfully in my

why his mate

my foot. It isn’t making me feel any better about the situation. I sigh deeply and get back in the car. Henri

to anger. He snarls and tries to push to the surface, “You son of a bitch, you just let

know who they are. We owe it to them to be able to reach their full potential, ” I try to justify to him for the hundreth time. It’s takes everything I

my mind and curls up. I can feel his pain, but there is nothing I can do about it. Between the distance from Kas and Saint’s tantrum, I feel lost and exhausted. I close my

I feel like I’m going through the motions as I get out of the car and into the castle. I don’t leave my room for dinner, so Henri’s wife brings a tray up to me. I push the food around the plate before I put it in

weeks. I can do this. I don’t

is spotty, so it may not be as regular as I would like. It is such a generic message. No real details, no intel on the coven, just a check-in. I dismiss it as me being exhausted. I trust him and James to keep Kas safe. I have to. Their situation is currently out of my

Reggie in the

Reggie says, putting down

my hands on my face like I

mind off of things?” Milo offers. Normally I would say yes, but Saint is in such a bad mood

I don’t think that’s a good idea. Where’s Cason? I need a distraction. I

in the weight room. Want me to get

shower then meet him

a small French Canadian pack. His father was killed in an attack when he was just a pup. His mother found a second chance mate with one of our warriors, so they came to Blood River when he was fourteen. He started tattooing when he was seventeen and has been my tattoo artist since my first taste of ink. Over the years, he has turned my body into a work of art. But he isn’t just my tattoo artist, he’s like an unofficial therapist. Not just

the packhouse about an hour later. He is ready and waiting when I get there. Fortunately for me, he is an artistic

things that make her so special. From her bubbly, caring personality, her love of cooking, I also touch on her past a bit. I even tell

like she is going to be a great Luna. You’re a lucky guy Alpha Bronx, ” he says with his

design on my quad. The result was a realistic pair of violet eyes that look just like the pictures I had shown him,

the rest of the letters. It’s

hours, I ‘m still in a bad mood. Everyone can feel it, making dinner a