Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 87

"TH see if there's any residue on the wall and ask Delilah if she can identify it," James says after we've watched the video three times.

I still can't believe it. A shadowy outline of a person came out of the wall. A glass materialized in its hands and handed it to Kas. She didn't even look to see who it was. She just took the glass and kept on talking. No one around her reacted until I saw Marco look at her questioningly.

Sure, the mood of the meeting was strained, but whatever she was drinking intensified the anger coming from her a hundred times over and spilled out into the rest of the pack.

"Yeah, and what would have made the cup keep changing form?" Marco points to the screen. The glass vibrates from a regular juice glass toa heavy-bottomed hand blown glass. Every time she picks it up, the cup vibrates, changes shape, and the color of the contents changes. When I walk into the room, it just keeps changing in her hands when no one is focusing on it. The more she drinks out of it, the more you can see her demeanor change and the people in the room look more uncomfortable.

"Alpha, are you sure this dinner is a good idea? Maybe we could try to keep her up in your apartment instead," James says.

"No, I think a little normalcy will be good for her," I shake my head, ‘Things have just been so crazy lately. Dinner with the pack will make her happy. Bring her spirits up."

"I think you're right, Bronx," Marco nods in agreement, "Maybe just having a minute to breathe and have a good time will make her feel better.”

"Let me go check on her. Do you guys need anything else? I trust you're arranging extra security during dinner?”

"I already have it taken care of," Marco reassures me. Kas's meditation music is playing when I get to the apartment. I look over the back of the sofa and see her sitting on her yoga mat in the middle of the living room floor. Her eyes are closed and she has a soft smile on her face. I smile, seeing her do something that is part of her regular routine. "So you're telling me all you had to do was smash that goop filled glass and that healed our mate?” Saint asks as I get in the shower.

"Seems that way, buddy. I can't explain it. Hopefully Delilah will have some answers," I explain to him as patiently as possible, "Let's just be happy that Kas is feeling better, okay? She's meditating. Clearing her mind. Things are getting back to normal."

"I guess," he doesn't sound convinced. I'm not convinced either, but I will not have him in my head, nagging me all night. I lean my head back to wash the shampoo out of my hair, but I manage to get some in my eye.

my breath and I lean forward, rubbing my stinging eye to

Without warning, Kas's sparkly hair is getting soaked by the shower and her vibrant violet eyes are looking up at me with concern

keep blinking the stinging shampoo out of my eye, "How did

we're even," she tilts her head and smirks at

still trying to catch my breath from the shock of her sneaking up

face close to

how she normally heals someone. I feel a warmth behind my eye

going," she looks up

again. The one when she was in the hospital wing after she almost drowned in the pool. Like she has tapped into something more than just her essence. It almost feels like I'm being pulled in. Mesmerized by the complexity of

Baby," I realize my hands are already on

heal the other eye," she smiles softly as she watches me process what

don't know, Kas. It seems dangerous. What if something goes wrong?" I sigh as

trust me?" she asks. She looks like I’ve hurt her feelings. I feel a pang in my heart when she looks at me with

I hate to say it, what do we have to lose? We're already missing

deeply and search my mind for any way out of this. Yes, I trust Kas with my life, but I don't trust magic. I know she says healing is not magic, but I really can't

with the water matting her sparkly silver hair to her head, she is beautiful. I can sense the love she feels for me,

something a little different this time," her smile changes

the shower so she and eye are closer to eye level. She stands between my legs and slowly puts her hands on either side of my head,

you to concentrate, Bronx,” she breathes against my skin as she moves closer to me. I feel her lips

deeper and more passionate. The warmth of her mouth against mine combined with the sparks of our mate bond is a sensation I can't even describe. As our kiss becomes more intense, so does the heat from her hands on either