Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 35

In the morning, I board the jet only to find an unfamiliar pilot performing preflight checks.

Oh, Hell no.

I ‘m not going to fly with a pilot I don’t know. First off, I have no idea what his experience is. Secondly, too many media outlets try to sneak around to get information about me and my company. I wouldn’t put it past a network to plant a pilot to try to get intel on me. MasonCo is a multibillion dollar corporation. Because of the nature of our work, I usually decline interviews. I don’t need any information about my clients to accidentally leak to anyone.

Unfortunately, this tactic makes the media more desperate to find

out how I am so successful. When I do go out in public in the human world, paparazzi always seem to find me and make up the most ridiculous shit about my business dealings and relationship status.

This guy looks familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I have seen him before. Definitely not on one of my private flights. My intuition suddenly tells me I need to be cautious.

“Where’s Mitch? ” I skip the pleasantries, as I take off my suit jacket and drape it over the seat next to me. Internally, I’m wary but I try not to let it show in my voice. Plus, I already feel annoyed by this change in personnel with no forewarning.

“Good morning, Alpha,” the stranger says with a small salute, “Mitch is on paternity leave, his wife had her pup this week.

Name’s Joe Morris, substitute pilot for the weekend.“

I look him over for a minute, annoyed that he thinks he can speak to me so casually. He’s on the younger side with close- cropped blond hair and clear gray eyes; over six feet tall but not as tall as me, with a slim build. He averts his eyes when he

realizes I ‘m staring longer than socially acceptable.

I can smell that he’s a werewolf, but I don’t recognize his scent at all. Why does this guy look so familiar? Did he serve in the military with me? No way. He is not muscular enough to have ever been a warrior.

quick call, ” It’s an

have plenty of time,” his nerves come through in

way down the stairs of the plane and light a cigarette before calling Carly. She answers

When I dialed her number, I reminded myself to remember not to

the call at one a.m, Alpha. This guy was the only one I could find

Beta Lenora, ” I hear pages

is,” I ask, impatiently, “You

at one a.m. I contacted the airport, they provided me with this guy’s name at one fifteen and I submitted his

to be at least noon before it all clears. The earliest someone is in the office to

and more page flipping, “The other options are to change the flight time to later this afternoon or wait for another pilot who is already cleared. Which would be this two- thirty p.m. The airport doesn’t have any open take -off slots until three p.m. If

to take off until three. You can always fly commercial but I know

changed your mind, the next

would get into France about the

hip and pace for a minute.

my mind. He wants to get to

Shit.

fine. Don’t make any changes to the itinerary. I will take off in half an hour, ” I growl. I hang up the

mentioned a pup on the way. Not that he

get on this plane right now, you need to be on high alert. Something isn’t

need to be on high alert, Saint, ” he mocks me, ” I’m always on high alert. Let’s get

into a puddle, rub my face with my hands, and take a deep breath before I get back on

in my head in case anything goes

into the flight,