Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 67

On Thursday, James calls Marco. Marco puts it on speaker and listens while James tells him to bring me to his house for training. They want to teach me more about hand-to-hand combat i n small spaces. Two against one.

“James, have you cleared this with your mate? Three wolves performing hand to hand combat inside your home…your home where your pacifist mate also lives, I mean?” I ask, skeptical of this plan.

“Yeah, Delilah’s totally fine with it. She understands now that you need to know more than just how to block and escape holds. Plus, she said if we break anything it gives her an excuse to use my bonus money to go shopping. Speaking of which, she said to bring your change of clothes, you can shower at our place and then go on this shopping trip with her when we are done.”

I laugh out loud, “Okay, will do.”

Marco and I make our way to James and Delilah’s little house. I go to knock on the door but it’s already cracked open. I look at Marco who shrugs and unholsters his pistol and I push the door open slowly and call out.

“James? Are you here? Delilah?”

A large fist comes flying from behind the door. I block the initial attack, smacking the forearm hard against the door frame. James reaches out from behind the door and catches my collar and roughly throws me into the living room. I land on the edge of the sofa and roll off landing in a crouched position. He charges at me again, launching another heavy punch aimed down at me. I dodge and crawl onto the coffee table before he can recover his balance. Standing on the table, I’m the same height as him. I use my foot to pick up the decorative serving platter, never taking my eyes off him. As soon as he is close enough, I thrust it up striking the underside of his chin, catching him in the throat. James falls back coughing and trying to catch his breath.

kick hits hard against my knee, knocking me off the table. I hit the floor flat on my back with a thud. All the air knocks out of my lungs upon impact. I reach up to the coffee table

face. I block him and give him a kick in return just below his gut. I will have to apologize to Delilah later. As he bends over in pain, I knee him in the face. Blood starts flowing

directly behind him, throwing a lamp at my face. I kick my leg up and knock it out of the air back at him. He catches it before it falls. Before he can throw it again, I roundhouse kick and land the top of my foot right against his ear, he stumbles but keeps his balance. He throws the lamp to the side and lunges forward with a growl, grabbing my wrist. I swing out to the side bringing my free elbow down on his arm. I feel the crack of one of his bones, forcing him to let go and grunt in pain.

Practice has just begun.

less than a month, Lex was in her wheelhouse. We were stronger and more focused every day. To the point that all James and Marco have to do is show me a technique once or twice and she is able to help me catch on. It has now progressed to both of them being able to attack me

a m now able to fully control the heat that comes from my hands. In private we practice time control. I have full control over slowing time for hours.

pack warriors. Bronx makes me agree to wait until after the wedding to start working out with the pack. I have a lot going on and he doesn’t want me

lands on a throw pillow making a puff of feathers fly out. After just an hour, the entire downstairs of James and Delilah’s house is destroyed. There are also a couple of bullet holes

what Delilah meant when

looks around with his hands on his hips with an unsure look on his

wide. Oh no, she’s

definitely need a shopping trip for some new furniture, oh…and flower pots….and dishes…and