Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 37

My heart sinks. No no no no. This is not happening. This is NOT happening! Okay, calm down, Kas.

 

Meditate. Find him through our connection. You're a Goddess, damn it.

 

“Alright, if | have to be on lockdown, can it be in the meditation room, please?" | ask Lady Camille.

 

“Of course, Luna lokaste. Please be careful in your search. Sister Delilah, please accompany your Luna. Should she need anything, you are to assist in any way you can," Lady Camille says in a comforting manner.

 

“Thank you, Lady Camille,” | sigh with my hands over my heart.

 

Marco gently takes me by the elbow and leads me to the meditation room with James and Delilah right behind us. Marco and James have never really needed to protect me from a threat. It was shocking to see how their demeanor changed from being watchful to being protective.

 

There's no windows or other doors in the meditation room. It is dimly lit with mats and cushions placed on the floor. There is a hint of music playing in the background. One way in, one way out. The perfect location to be protected by my guards. They make sure no one else is in the room, James kisses Delilah deeply, then they step out, and close the door behind us.

 

"Okay, Delilah, I'm going to try to find my mate through our connection. Please pray to Goddess Hecate to keep me safe," I look into her deep blue eyes as we join hands.

 

"Okay. I'm right here if you need me, Luna lokaste," she looks at me with compassion and worry. | can't help but chuckle.

 

“Delilah, if you're coming to live with us, please, call me Kas or Luna Kas if you insist on using my title," | plead with her with as much of a smile as | can muster.

 

She smiles shyly and nods.

 

| sit on the soft mat on the floor, close my eyes, and let my spirit extend out into the universe.

 

Bronx's POV

 

| wake up in a dark, musty room. The air is stale, hot, and humid. My head is pounding. | try to shake out the feeling and look around me. The edges of my vision are a bit blurry but | can still see.

 

to orient myself and assess

 

touching the damp ground. My body weight is putting pressure on the silver shackles around my wrists, and let me tell you, that shit burns. Welp, not a great

 

you there? You

 

he asks with a groan, "What kind of sick fuck is that guy?" Alright, so the rag to the face was full of wolfsbane. | don't taste any in my mouth, so | didn't ingest any. That's at least

 

man. I'll figure out how to get outta here. Let me know when you are ready, cause when | get out, we're gonna need

 

he groans weakly. | know he will

 

did he get on my jet? |t had to be that substitute

 

Great. | don't hear any noises outside, so I'm somewhere remote. Great. There's one small window with bars. No way | could fit

 

attached to an eye hook in the ceiling. The ceiling looks like it is made of cement which is crumbling. | wonder how weak the cement is? If | can get enough leverage from my bodyweight, maybe | can pull the eye hook out. It's the only plan | have. | lift my legs up toward my elbows and throw

rips through my wrists but | feel the hook loosen. | make the same movement one more time. The skin on my wrists is blistering from the pressure against the silver. The hook is deep in

 

to lift my legs up a third time but | hear a door creak and footsteps coming down the hall. | also hear a soft dragging, scraping sound. The smell of whiskey, wolfsbane, and rogue wolf hit my nose. Connors comes into view. His clothes are torn and disheveled. He's holding an empty liquor bottle in one hand

 

caught himself," he slurs heavily, “| got myself a big bad

 

| swear he took a bath in

 

my slave?" he snarls. His

 

| have to keep him talking. If he's talking, he's distracted. If he's distracted, | have a

 

again. “And why would | do that?" | growl back at him. Anger is flowing through me. | yank my wrists forcefully against the shackles,

 

comes across his face. He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. | feel Saint starting to

you don't,” he laughs as

 

you'll never find her. I'm the

 

drunk

 

name?" |

 

my slave back,"

 

never meant to be your slave. You and Connors took an innocent girl and abused the shit out of her,” | snarl back. Neither Saint nor | are afraid of some feral wolf. Especially if they

 

she experiences when she disobeys me," he roars and spins me so my back faces him. | feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser. He rips my shirt off and steps

 

yell

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