Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 66

The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner.

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days,” I ask as he is putting on a button-down shirt.

“Yeah Baby. I have some apologizing to do. No. I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I’m not going to hide up here in my apartment. I have to face the music,” he says resolutely. H e puts on a dark blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his inky black hair slicked back and olive toned face freshly shaven.

As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd. I give Bronx’s hand a reassuring squeeze and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room.

He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different moving forward and that I will be more involved in pack related decisions moving forward. Then he apologizes to everyone for commanding them to treat me poorly. He publicly asks everyone to go back to loving and respecting me the way that he knows they do. He promises to do better because that is what the pack deserves before he thanks everyone for their loyalty and sits down.

There are cheers around the room and some of the children run up to hug me. I kneel down and hug each and every one of them back. It is the best feeling knowing that things are going back to normal.

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from being overwhelmed by planning a wedding by myself to being overwhelmed by the number of people who want to help. By the end of February, just about everything is planned. The Summer Solstice celebration will be part of our wedding. So instead of just the Blood River pack, there will be a ton of other people there, leaders from packs around the world, Elder Council members, and even witches from

to having the new packhouse rebuilt by the beginning of June so we would be ready for the influx of visitors. Ashley helps me come up with decorations, flowers, and place settings. If she ever wanted to switch careers, she could totally be an event planner. She is so good at reminding me of all the things I need to consider.

want a more outdoorsy experience during their stay. There is plenty of room in the field behind the The staff says they are more than happy to make the campsites and keep them supplied with firewood, snacks, and cooking supplies, etc. They even tell me it will be easier than cleaning the rooms every day. If it’s easier on them, I am all for

menus, specialty drinks, foods to supply guests out in the tents or suites. We take inspiration from all over the place, each meal from a different part of the world. The wedding reception will feature Beef Wellington. She and I research recipes and perfect cooking techniques at a blistering pace. Bronx doesn’t seem to mind. Probably because he gets to taste test everything. Delilah offers t

to come after me? I know Ryan is dead, his body is still in the morgue but Silver Moon refuses to come to Blood River to retrieve his body, so he will stay there indefinitely. Bronx says it is not our responsibility to give him a proper burial or ceremony.

had promised to Marco. I thought there would be three or four of his friends, but there are over twenty single warriors in attendance at the first session. I t turns out, Marco had let all his friends know and they jumped at the chance to learn from their Luna. Every week, I teach them a new simple, healthy entree, and sometimes we add in a dessert too. I had no idea how messy cooking could be until I try to teach

and I just need to hit the little green dial button, but I can’t bring myself to do

onto his lap and runs his fingers through

an appointment to pick a dress. I just get so scared every time I try to dial the number. I can’t hit the call button,”

me see your phone,” he says and holds out his hand and giving me a sympathetic smile. Naively, I hand him the

button, and runs into the bedroom. When I realize what he’s doing, I

for me. I can only imagine how many guards he

I see Bronx’s green eye looking at me,