Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Milo’s POV

“You were right, Bronx. You made things more stressful for her and it triggered a vision. We have a lead on his next move. I have a team going to stakeout the dress shop to see if he shows and the team on the northern border has been given instructions to leave a gap in patrols. It‘s only a matter of time,” I say, reading of m y tablet.

Bronx takes a drag off his cigarette as he paces like a caged wolf and with all things considered, he is. He has been intentionally keeping himself away from Kas. He had a theory that unfamiliar, stressful situations would trigger one of her visions and he was right. The night h e told me about his theory, we stupidly decided to use a version of an interrogation tactic we used in the military on POWs. Basically, we slowly took away things that mattered to Kas and made her uncomfortable until she broke down. Aside from the obvious

boke down. Aside from the obvious

danger to her mental health, the other problem is, it was also breaking him down.

We started by taking away Bronx. Limiting the time he spends with her. It was his idea. It was tough on both of them, especially since Saint and Lex had both just came back. It‘s tough watching your best friend try not to self–destruct. I had seen him at his worst after he was discharged from the military, but this was different. To offset what he is going through, he throws himself into work and personally oversees all interrogations of rogues breaching pack territory. He is a little sick in the head that way. 2

Next, he told Mrs. Miller he doesn‘t want Kas in the kitchens. He used the excuse that he needed her to focus on other things. If Mrs. Miller needed more assistance in the kitchens, he would assign more omegas to her staff.

After that, we took away her personal connections. Bronx sends the entire pack a mind link telling them that Kas has been stressed out and they need to steer

haen stressed out and they need to steer clear of her to avoid upsetting her further. She is not to assist with any work, not even if she volunteers. We don‘t even tell Ashley or Lenora. The whole pack loves her so much, they will d o anything to make sure she is alright. The only exception is Delilah. Bronx assigns her to keep Kas busy during the day. She doesn‘t like deceiving her friend but it does help her keep an eye on Kas‘s mental state. That way we know we won‘t take it too far. She says Kas seems a little sad and frayed on the edges, so the plan i s working. Thank Goddess, because the next step was to take Delilah away. I don‘t know if I would have let Bronx go that far. It would have been too cruel. 1

Since the fire, the number of rogues trying to get on pack territory has skyrocketed. We‘re now arresting three o r four a day. Most refuse to tell us why they‘re trying to trespass. A few are too scared and cave. They insist they are after the Luna, but they don‘t know her name o reven what she looks like. Even still, they won‘t tell us who sent them regardless of how badly Bronx tortures them. They‘re a diversion but we don‘t know what for only exactly. One of them slips some

owly exactly. One of them slips some information about breaching our Northern border but that is all we get before he dies of blood loss. Bronx and I set up a war room in the conference room, trying to predict where attacks would come from and what was near those areas outside the territory.

“Listen Bronx, now that Kas has had a vision and we have a semblance of a plan, go spend time with her. Remind her how much she means to you. Besides, it‘s Valentine‘s day. Don‘t spend it with a bunch of smelly rogues in an interrogation room. It‘s already nine p.m. Lenora‘s flight just landed, so we are going to a late movie.”

“What?”

not hear? It‘s Valentine‘s

eyes widened, “Valentine‘s

heard of it. Hearts, chocolates, baby angels shooting arrows a t your ass, you know...love,” I even make little fluttering motions with my hands to get it

his

track of the days. She

word, he picks up his keys and sprints

you too, Bronxy!” I call out as his

Bronx‘s POV

three scraggly bouquets and a few boxes of sampler chocolates.

River. Welp, this i s it. This is the part where I fuck things u p. She is never going to forgive me. This

o my apartment. I stand at the door with the flowers and chocolates, My palms are sweaty. Why am

you fucked up.

own apartments

you know you fucked up. That‘s why,”

heard her crying earlier but she didn‘t come out and ask for help, so I left her

and quietly close the door behind m e. I look at my watch, almost ten

coffee table, the place i s spotless. If she made dinner, she cleaned it up hours ago. I walk over to take a peek at the binder.

Hell? Why did

and regret suddenly fill my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I

us now!” Saint snarls

and rub my hands over my face. I‘m such an

convince her to put i t back on. I open the door to

and brush her bangs out of her face. I‘m completely torn on whether to let her sleep in peace o r wake her up and beg for forgiveness. I roll the

see the pain in her eyes and I feel

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