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.

you there?

asks with a groan, ” What kind of sick f*ck

to 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 good

how to get outta here. Let me know when you are ready, cause when I

he groans weakly. I know he

get on my jet? It had

I? I don’t see anything distinctive to help identify where I could be.

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

the cell door, which is locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not looking up for me. At least 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 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

silver. The hook is deep in the

creak and footsteps coming down the hall. I also hear a soft dragging, scraping sound.

rogue wolf hit

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

cat of nine tails with tiny rows of barbs at the ends. It is dripping wet

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

approaches me. I swear he took

is my slave?” he snarls. His eyes are feral behind his

your slave and her location is not 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 have a better chance of

a position to say no. You will tell me,”

me. I yank

pants and pees on my legs. Gross. I feel Saint starting

happens if you don’t, ”

never find her. I ‘m the only one who knows where

drunk

there wolfie. What’s your name?” I egg on his wolf peeking

slave back,

abused the shit out of her,” I snarl back. Neither Saint nor I are afraid of some feral wolf. Especially if they

is, then you 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

yell

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