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? You

”

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

me know when you are

groans weakly. I know he

on my jet? It had to be that substitute pilot.

am I? I don’t see anything distinctive to help identify where I could be. Great. Nothing smells familiar. Great.

I’m somewhere remote. Great. There’s one small window with

locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not

it is made of cement which is crumbling. I wonder how weak the cement is? If I can get 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

deep in

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

and rogue wolf hit

and disheveled. He’s holding an empty liquor bottle in one hand and a

of nine tails with tiny rows of barbs at

what the rogue caught himself, ” he slurs heavily, “I got myself a big bad

I swear he

His eyes

at his face. I have to keep him talking. If he’s talking, he’s distracted. If he’s distracted, I have a better

a position to say no.

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

on my legs. Gross. I feel Saint starting to stir. He

don’t, ” he

you’ll never find her. I ‘m the only one who knows where she is,” I retort

cold, drunk eyes

What’s your name?”

want my slave back, ” he takes a

happen, big guy. She was never meant to be your slave. You and Connors took an innocent girl and abused the shit out of her,” I snarl back. Neither

get a taste of what she experiences when she disobeys me, ” he roars and spins me so my back faces him. I feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser. He rips my shirt off and steps back. The first lash

yell

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