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.

lean forward, rubbing my stinging eye to get the

is getting soaked by the shower and her vibrant violet eyes are looking up at me with concern inches away from my face. I jerk my body

arms out to steady me.I keep blinking the stinging shampoo out of my eye, "How did you get in here

me coming next time. I guess we're even," she tilts her head and smirks

that would be great,” I say, still trying to catch my breath from the shock of her sneaking up on me. How did I

my face close to

heals someone. I

can keep going," she looks up at me as she pulls

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

we can't be late for dinner, Baby," I realize my hands are already on

can keep going and heal the other eye," she smiles softly as she watches me process what she just

dangerous. What if something goes wrong?" I sigh as I look at her through

I’ve hurt her feelings. I feel a pang in my heart when she looks at me

try to convince you. It was important to her. As much as I hate to say it, what do we have to lose? We're already missing an eyeball,” Saint

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 tell the

do, Kas?” I look down at her with a half-hearted smile. Even with the water matting her sparkly silver hair to her head, she is beautiful. I can sense the love she feels for me, "Do we go into the bedroom so you can put your hands on me

different this time," her smile changes from one of happiness to one that

are closer to eye level. She stands between my legs and slowly puts her hands on either side of

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

on the side of my face. She leans in and kisses me again and again. Each kiss becomes 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