Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 38

Kas’s POV

As I pull away from my physical body and spread my spirit into the universe, I feel him. His spirit is fading but he’s there. I sense a familiar pain coursing

through me. Something tells me his back is wet with blood and there is poison in his veins, but my spirit doesn’t understand that physical concept.

I focus on him with all my power. His and Saint’s souls are in limbo. No longer connected to each other, not alive, but not yet dead. I collect their essences, willing them to come toward me, toward life, and follow me back to Bronx’s body before it’s too late. I push my healing powers out to Bronx and Saint. Giving them the strength to live.

” Bronx, come back, Sweetheart, ” I sense his spirit recognizes mine. He flickers brighter. It’s almost indistinguishable but it’s there. The tiniest little spark, “I need you to tell me where you are, Bronx. “

A vision comes to me of an abandoned house with a human church in the distance. It’s a very old stone structure. The bell tower has two large bells hanging. The church bells chime a distinct tune. Hopefully it’s enough to help Milo identify where he is.

“Hold on, Bronx, we’re coming for you,” I whisper.

I pull my spirit back to my body, collecting all the pieces of my essence as I pull back into to my physical form. Something feels wrong. Something is missing. I open my eyes to see Marco, James, Delilah, and Lady Camille standing over me. Delilah is crying. I’m flat on my back. The floor below me is wet and sticky. I try to sit up, but I can’t. I’m dizzy, sick to my stomach, and weak. I can’t feel Lex, there is a void where she usually sits.

“I can describe where he is,” I say weakly.

I tell them about the vision and Bronx being close to death. I brought him back, but I don’t know for how long.

“We got it from here, Luna. Lady Camille, let’s get her medical attention, right now, ” James said.

Lady Camille nods and swipes her hand over my face, “Sleep Luna lokaste, reserve your energy.”

I don’t have a choice. The strength of her magic immediately slips me into a dreamless sleep.

Bronx’s POV

Floating in the ether at the edge of death. Cold and dark but comforting at the same time. There is no pain, no emotion, no time, just darkness. In this emptiness, I feel it more than hear it. A sensation calling out to me, calling my name with no words,

weightlessly pulling me to an unknown destination. It doesn’t matter where it’s leading me. I let it guide me through the

darkness. Am I going toward the solace of death or the warmth of the world of the living? I have no way of knowing.

A healing warmth fills my chest and spreads out to every cell of my body. It separates me from the ether and sucks out the poison, it seals the wounds of the body I left beind and refills my spirit with emotions. I t sense it placing a healing warm glow

know he is there with me, being pulled away from the ether but he still feels separate

calling to me, “I

voice. It isn’t in the air and

a hallucination. It’s like it’s coming from

you?” I call out, desperate to

not here. I know I heard her. I know she is

heard you. Where are you? ” I ignore the pain coursing through my body and use all my strength to crawl on my hands and knees to the window. She wants to know where I am. I look out and see an old stone church with two bells. The bells start to

abandoned packhouse. It’s hot outside and humid. I can see the steeple of a human church,” I say out loud. I have no idea how she is communicating with me but I figure my best bet is to speak out

back the lump in my

Sweetheart. We are

and flop down. The movement to and from the window, completely

close my eyes again praying to the

“Bronx! “

you hear

eyes

Henri?” I whisper. There are

rooms. I try to call out but I can’t. I’m too weak. The door

Bronx! ” Milo runs over to me while Henri

have to take his hand. I let the tears I have been

gone, ” I

but you’re gonna be alright. Just hang in there, my dude. We’re going to give you morphine and

woman in a military medic uniform rushes into the room. She pulls a morphine

It’s a dangerous procedure, reserved for dire cases. He is yelling out orders to the pilot. I fall back into the dream less sleep. I wake up again for a moment, laying in the back of a bumpy SUV before I fade out once more. I wake again to Milo carrying me over his back in a fireman’s carry through the

I eke out, weakly patting him on the ribs, ” put

now. Henri and I are going to give

here?”

behind him, pulling out more tubing and needle to perform another field transfusion. My friends are keeping me alive with

weight onto him. Henri pokes a needle into his arm,

believe I will only be able to slow the blood loss. Your wolf will need

Milo snaps, “I am currently the acting Blood River Alpha. I

can’t focus on anything they are saying anyway. The world is fading in and out as I lean heavily on Milo. A wave of comfort gently washes over

can smell her fresh rain and lilac scent,

clean your wounds, then you can go lay down with your mate,

and Marco all gathered around a large bed. Kas is laying on her stomach, still and