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.

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

I blink rapidly to clear the stinging. Without warning, Kas's sparkly hair 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 up quickly at

keep blinking the stinging shampoo out of my

so you can hear me coming next time. I guess we're even," she tilts her head and smirks at me. She glances at me for a

still trying to catch my breath from the shock of her sneaking up on me. How did I not smell her scent until she was

close to hers,

lips against my eyelid. Not how she normally heals someone. I feel a warmth behind my eye and the pain

keep going," she looks up

that deep feeling 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

late for dinner, Baby," I realize my hands are already on her waist and I

eye," she smiles softly as she

know, Kas. It seems dangerous. What if something goes wrong?" I sigh

it, Bronx. Don't you trust me?" she asks. She looks like I’ve hurt her feelings.

I would try to convince you. It was important to her. As much as I hate to say it, what

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 tell

hair to her head, she is beautiful. I can sense the love she

something a little different this time," her smile changes from one of

legs and slowly puts her hands on either side of my head, bringing my face to close to hers. I feel a smile come to

she breathes against my skin

kisses, keeping her hands 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