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.

punches and kicks at me. He’s at an advantage since his reach is so much longer than mine. I’m able to deflect most of the strikes but one 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 and grab a decorative plate. As Marco leans forward to grab me, I slam it across his face, shattering it into a million little

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 on the

even completely fallen, Marco is 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

Practice has just begun.

didn’t want them to take things easy on me. My goal was to beat Bronx in a one-on-one sparring match. Even though it had been 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

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. If it was just one or two people, I can fully stop

she can train with the pack warriors. Bronx makes me agree to wait until after the wedding to start working out with the pack. I have a lot

practice. All three of us stop in our tracks, panting heavily. I drop the piece of bannister in my hands. It lands on a throw pillow making a puff of feathers fly out. After just

look around, “James, are you sure this is what Delilah meant when she said it was okay

around with his hands on his hips with an unsure look on his face, “Uh, maybe this is a little more than she was expecting?”

door opens and Delilah steps in. She freezes for a second and her eyes immediately go wide. Oh no, she’s going to cry. I step forward prepared to console her but she composes herself quickly

definitely need a shopping trip for some new furniture, oh…and flower pots….and dishes…and new paintings…and maybe carpeting?…oohh-kay, uh okay, yeah, let’s go upstairs before I