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

taste any in my mouth, so

Let me know when you are ready,

I know he will rebound

on my jet? It had

does matter is, where the Hell am I? I don’t see anything distinctive to help identify where I could be. Great. Nothing smells familiar.

somewhere remote. Great. There’s one small window with bars. No

The only way out is through the cell door, which is locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not looking up for me. At least I didn’t ingest any

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 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 my wrists is blistering

is deep in the ceiling

legs up a third time but I hear a door creak and footsteps coming down the hall. I also hear a soft dragging, scraping

and rogue

into view. His clothes are torn and disheveled. He’s holding an empty liquor bottle in

whip looks like a cat of nine tails with tiny rows of barbs at the ends. It is

well, lookie what the rogue caught himself, ” he slurs heavily, “I

me. I swear he took a bath in the

my slave?” he snarls. His eyes are feral

spit at his face. I have to keep him talking. If he’s talking, he’s distracted. If he’s distracted, I have a better chance of making it out of

to say no. You will tell me,”

why would I do that?” I growl back at him. Anger is flowing through me. I yank my wrists forcefully against

smile comes across his face. He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. I feel Saint starting to

like what happens if you don’t, ” he

her. I ‘m the only one who knows where she is,”

cold, drunk eyes turn

there wolfie. What’s your name?” I

slave back, ” he

gonna happen, big guy. She was never meant to be your slave. You and Connors took an innocent girl and abused the shit out

me so my back faces

yell out.

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