Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 52

I quickly set the table, take the food out of the boxes, and put it on real plates just as Lenora steps in the room with my guards.

"Oh, I thought it was just take out. This looks gourmet,” Lenora looks impressed.

"Well, the plates help. Come on, sit down and let's eat. I still need to get a shower before we get our day started," I wave them over to the table and take my spot. The distraction of being able to eat with my pack members is exactly what I need to get my mind off of Bronx for a while.

When we finish eating, I get myself together for the day and we get started. Lenora and Tyree get settled in the conference room to help families with the relocation registration while Marco, Elder Randall and I push through building after building, house after house, assessing the value and determining what we can sell at auction. The pack members who choose to come to Blood River will be allowed to take their belongings, but most of the furniture and things like that are the property of Silver Moon. Most of what we find is shabby and run down. There is very little we will be able to sell. I mark most of it to be donated to charity or to be incinerated.

Except for the lunch break Marco makes me take, we work straight through until dinner. When Marco makes me stop.

"Luna, please sit. You need to eat,” he calmly informs me.

"Marco, we're almost done. Only six more houses, then we're finished with this part," I feel myself whine. I don't need to eat. I need to keep busy to keep my mind off of Bronx.

"Kas, don't make me ask twice. I got orders," Marco hisses through gritted teeth. His professional voice erodes and his heavy Spanish comes forward, "Alpha says you need to eat, So you need to eat."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my body, “Alright, fine."

He pulls me out to the porch and sits me on the step while he goes to the car. He comes back with a cooler that has another to go box inside, "I should heat it up but there ain't no microwaves in these places.”

with two pieces of garlic bread inside. I stab at a meatball with the plastic fork and take a bite. It's delicious, even cold. I guess I

explains. He pulls out his phone and aims it at me to take a picture, "Smile for the

shovel a fork full of pasta into my mouth. He snaps the

he ordered. No better proof than

you sent? I laugh as he shows it

what better proof could I send him? It

do you?" Elder Randall asks as he steps out of the little house. The expression on his face makes me uncomfortable, but I can’t pinpoint

order something from the kitchen for you. It will be ready by the time we get back,”

is it? Don't worry about it. I will be fine. I can have an omega bring my meal

want to talk to him about the way he has run the pack for the last two years. I look at Marco and tilt my head, trying to show

and looks at his watch. I recognize it

be done in about an hour and a half," he advises Elder Randall, “I'm

just call

Elder Randall's face darken slightly for a moment, then back to its usual uncomfortable smile.

sounds just fine,”

toward the car, I beckon Randall to sit down with me, "Elder Randall, please sit. A request from

for you, Goddess lokaste,” he gives his fake smile again. I feel my back stiffen at him using my full name, but I don’t correct him. He groans as he sits

further into the ground than a drunkard, abusive Alpha ever could. The treatment of the people here is appalling. As a member of the Elder Council, you should be ashamed of yourself,” I scold the man in as