Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 37

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 37

My heart sinks. No no no no. This is not happening. This is NOT happening! Okay, calm down, Kas.

Meditate. Find him through our connection. You’re a Goddess, damn it.

“Alright, if I have to be on lockdown, can it be in the meditation room, please?” I ask Lady Camille.

“Of course, Luna lokaste. Please be careful in your search. Sister Delilah, please accompany your Luna. Should she need anything, you are to assist in any way you can,” Lady Camille says in a comforting manner.

“Thank you, Lady Camille, ” I sigh with my hands over my heart.

Marco gently takes me by the elbow and leads me to the meditation room with James and Delilah right behind us. Marco and James have never really needed to protect me from a threat. It was shocking to see how their demeanor changed from being watchful to being protective.

There’s no windows or other doors in the meditation room. It is dimly lit with mats and cushions placed on the floor. There is a hint of music playing in the background. One way in, one way out. The perfect location to be protected by my guards. They make sure no one else is in the room, James kisses Delilah deeply, then they step out, and close the door behind us.

“Okay, Delilah, I’m going to try to find my mate

through our connection. Please pray to Goddess Hecate to keep me safe,” I look into her deep blue eyes as we join hands.

“Okay. I’m right here if you need me, Luna Iokaste,” she looks at me with compassion and worry. I can’t help but chuckle.

“Delilah, if you’re coming to live with us, please, call me Kas or Luna Kas if you insist on using my title, ” I plead with her with as much of a smile as I can muster.

She smiles shyly and nods.

I sit on the soft mat on the floor, close my eyes, and let my spirit extend out into the universe.

Bronx’s POV

I wake up in a dark, musty room. The air is stale, hot, and humid. My head is pounding. I try to shake out the feeling and look around me. The edges of my vision are a bit blurry but I can still see.

Okay, first thing’s first, I need to orient myself and assess my situation.

I’m in the center of the dungeon cell, hanging by silver shackles. My shoes are missing and my toes are barely touching the damp ground. My body weight is putting pressure on the silver shackles around my wrists, and let me tell you, that shit burns. Welp, not a great situation.

there?

groan, ” What kind of sick f*ck is

the face was full of wolfsbane. I don’t taste any in my mouth, so I didn’t ingest any. That’s at least one

here. Let me know when you are ready, cause when I get out, we’re gonna need

” he groans weakly. I know

Connors. How did he get on my jet? It had to be that substitute pilot. Doesn’t matter now.

is, where the Hell am I? I don’t see anything distinctive to help identify

so I’m somewhere remote. Great. There’s one small window with bars. No way I could fit through it

to be made out of silver. Things

enough leverage from my bodyweight, maybe I can pull the eye hook out. It’s the only plan I have. I lift my legs up toward my elbows and throw my feet down forcefully. Burning pain rips through my wrists but I feel the hook loosen. I make the same movement one more time. The skin on

is deep in the ceiling but it’s

lift my legs up a third time but I hear a door creak and footsteps coming down the hall. I also hear a soft

and rogue wolf hit my

holding an empty

a cat of nine tails with tiny rows

himself, ” he slurs heavily, “I got myself a

he took a bath

he snarls. His eyes are feral

your concern, motherf*cker,” I growl and spit at his face. I have to keep him talking. If he’s talking, he’s distracted. If he’s distracted, I

Mason, you are not in a position to say no. You will

Anger is flowing through me. I yank my wrists forcefully against the shackles, ignoring the pain. I feel

sick smile comes across his face. He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. I feel Saint starting to stir. He won’t stand for this kind of

you don’t, ”

the only one who knows where

cold, drunk

your name?” I egg

Ruckus and I want my slave back, ”

the shit out of her,” I snarl back. Neither Saint nor I are

me so my back faces him. I feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser.

” I yell out.

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