Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Chapter 3

I hear Alpha Graham’s footsteps walk back down the hallway as he leaves the dungeon. Ryan tightens his grip on my neck, extending his wolf claws, making me yelp.

As soon the door slams, Ryan releases my neck and kneels in front of me. His face is contorted with anger. His eyes flicker black as his wolf, Dagger, comes to the surface. He grabs my shoulders, shaking me roughly, “What the Hell did you do to make him so mad?”

Why isn’t he beating me like he told Alpha Graham he would? I stiffen my whole body, avoiding eye contact with him. I’m shaking so badly, I can’t even speak now.

The thought of two people beating me regularly for the rest of my life…it just can’t be real. Can it?

How can the Goddess allow this to happen? I want to die.

That’s not an exaggeration. That’s not me being

dramatic. Please, Goddess, don’t let this happen. Just let me die.

I shake so badly that I fall to my knees. I start to sob hysterically and my brain shuts down from being able to think rationally.

Ryan grabs my chin and forces me to look at him in his cold gray eyes. He looks at me in horror for a moment, “Wh-what happened to your eyes?”

He moves his hands up from my chin to just below my eyes. It feels like his hands are trembling against my face.

“A-are you a hybrid or something?”

I can manage is to shake my head no between sobs. As I shake my head, I feel him starting to press his thumbs against my lower eyelids obstructing

saw the violet color. He was going

STOP!! Don’t take my eyes

standing still because I’m in the middle of a traumatic situation. No, time is actually frozen. Well, frozen for everything except for me

moment. I pull Ryan’s hands away from my face easily. The look of anger combined with confusion is stuck on his face. Next to him, a fly

she have mercy

quickly as it stopped, time starts again. Ryan starts screaming and pushes himself away from me. The tops of his

They are normal again, not glowing purple. Seriously though, what

for Ryan to retaliate. “If you tell anyone, I will

he punches me in the stomach, knocking the air

of my lungs.

out the door. I don’t know how long I sit like this but when I

my bed for a while

He didn’t hurt me? Surely he was coming back. I sniff

in other parts of the dungeon. I’m

you,” I say out loud, just in

either he or Ryan would find me before

silver streaks are starting to take over my hair now. It isn’t like an old person’s hair. It is silvery white that almost shimmers, even

cap Diane gave me,

color. Ryan glares at me every chance he gets. After dinner, it takes longer than usual to