Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 75

Chapter 75

The first thing I do once Kas unwraps herself from around me is go into the closet and put my gun back
in its lockbox before I bury the box back into the bottom of the trunk. If at all possible, I never want to
see it again.

Once I get out of my tac gear, I get in the shower. I only use hot water, letting it turn my skin red and
raw. I’m not sure how long I stand there. It doesn’t matter. I just let my brain shut down and let the
water cleanse me. Ironic to have a wolf named Saint when we feel like we are anything but.

I finally feel a little better, so I go to the closet and put on sweats. I sit on the floor and dial my therapist,
making an appointment for the next day. When I come out of the bedroom, I smell chicken cooking and
Kas is sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. I pull my mate close to me and just breathe her in. I
instantly feel more calm. So does Saint.

“Sweetheart, what do you say we let Saint and Lex go for a run?” Kas suggests as she runs her fingers
through my hair, “They could use some time together, yeah?”

“Yes, let me spend time with my mate, please. I behaved myself the last four days. I deserve

plenty of times where he and I could have completely lost our shit, but we held it together.

“That sounds good, Baby, but I have one thing I need to do before we shift. Give me a minute then we
can head out to the woods,” I give her a quick kiss and go back into the closet pulling all my gear into a
bag. I grab the pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. There is one left. I tuck it behind my ear and put the
lighter in my pocket.

“Bronx. Is this really a good time to do this?” Saint asks. He sounds a bit nervous.



“Yeah, man. I promised Kas and besides, we both know I can’t do this anymore,” I sigh, “T00 many
people count on me.”

“Alright. You’re gonna really go through with this, huh?” Saint shakes his head.

“Yeah. It’s time, buddy.”

I pick up the bag with my gear and head out to the woods with Kas.

“Come on Baby, let’s go to the back of the meadow,” I take Kas’s hand and we walk to the farthest area
from the packhouse that is not wooded. We come to an old fire pit. I take my bag and throw it in the
middle.

“What’s in the bag, Bronx?” Kas asks quizzically.

“Doesn’t matter, Baby. It’s forever in the past now. You’re my future, not that bag,” I say emotionlessly.

I pull the lighter out of my pocket and light my last cigarette. Then I take the lighter and hold it against
the bag until it catches fire. I throw the lighter on top of the bag. I finish the cigarette and throw the butt
onto the top of the bag and take Kas’s hand. I feel her wrap her arm around me. I pull her in for a hug
but never take my eyes off the little fire. We stand there and watch until there is nothing left but embers
and metal clasps from the bag. 1

“Feel better?” she asks when she feels me sigh deeply.

“Abit, yeah,” I smile, “Come on, let’s let Saint and Lex out.”

We let Saint and Lex run and spend time together until well after midnight before we made our way
back to the packhouse.

When we get to the hallway on the fifth floor, we find Delilah is standing with James.



“Everything alright, Delilah?” Kas asked, taking Delilah’s hand. “Yeah,” she turns to me sympathetically,
“Alpha, not magic, but I do have a tincture that will help you sleep tonight, if you would like? It is a
concentrated version of melatonin. Beta Milo mentioned sometimes you have trouble sleeping
after….um, working with Gamma Reggie. Kas, I have one for you as well but it has other herbs in it.
You should take it when Alpha Bronx takes his, it will help…open your energy to your mate while he is
in a relaxed state.”

Something seems off, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Thanks, Delilah,” I take the vial from her and head into the apartment with Kas.

Kas’s POV

Odd that Delilah would interrupt James at work. I know Bronx had requested she spend more time with
me while he was gone which I really appreciated. James must have told her Bronx was home. 1

We take the vials of clear liquid from her and step into the apartment. I open the little bottle and sniff it.
There is a sickly sweet floral scent. Bronx sniffs his. It is basically odorless.

“Bottom’s up, I guess,” I shrug. We tap the vials together and drink them down like shots of liquor.

Bronx takes me into the bathroom so we can get a shower before we go to bed and intertwine our
bodies together. Whatever was in the vials works quick because we are both asleep minutes after our
heads hit the pillows.

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I wake up in a cold sweat, panting heavily. I think I had a dream but I can’t remember what it was
about. I have such a strong sense of deja vu. What was in that vial Delilah gave me? My heart is racing



as I try to take some calming breaths. The light of the moon casts a serene blue light over everything in
the room. Bronx is snoring lightly beside me. I am glad whatever she gave him is letting him get a good
night’s sleep. He seemed so stressed when he got home.

I can still feel my heart pounding. No way I’m getting back to sleep, so I go out to the kitchen for a cup
of water. I take a few sips of water, trying to remember the dream that made me wake up in such a
state. I just can’t recall it. My heart is thumping so hard it almost hurts. I hear noises coming from the
bedroom. Did I wake Bronx up? I could have sworn he was still snoring when I left the room. He must
have felt me get out of bed. 2

“Bronx? I’m right here, Sweetheart,” I say softly as I make my way back to the bedroom.

Bronx is still in bed, thrashing wildly. Whimpering and cursing under his breath, fighting off a n invisible
assailant in his sleep.

I rush over and turn on the bedside lamp before I crawl onto the bed.

“Bronx, Sweetheart! Wake up. You’re having a nightmare,” I grasp his shoulders, his face covered in
sweat. He easily pushes me off, growling and cursing deeply at whoever he is fighting in his dream,
“Bronx! Wake up, please!”

Very suddenly, he becomes deathly still.

“B-Bronx? A-are you okay?” I lean forward to look at him closer.,

His eye shoots open, wider than I have ever seen before and he sits straight up in bed. Fear and anger
roll off of him as every muscle in his body tenses. His skin stretches tight over his tensed muscles, his
hands curl into fists, and lets out a roar so loud the entire room reverberates. Every instinct is telling me
to back up, but I’m frozen to the spot. Bronx needs m y help. He is breathing roughly through his



nostrils, his whole body is shaking in anger, reminding me of a charging bull as his body shakes, the
anger building.

“B-Bronx?” I gently touch his arm. He snaps his head toward me, as if he is seeing me for the first time
since he woke up. There is no recognition on his face, I might as well be a complete stranger. Rage
rolls off of him. His normally beautiful green eye scares me and I start backing away, off the bed. As if
on queue, his eye turns solid black and he lunges forward at me.

“SAINT!” I scream, rolling off the bed onto the floor, trying to take a defensive stance, “Saint, it’s me. It’s
Kas!”

I scramble on the floor toward the door but Bronx jumps off the bed and charges at me. His hands
tightly wrap around my throat and don’t stop until he has me pinned to the wall. My feet are dangling off
the ground as he leans forward. I can feel Saint’s claws dig into my neck. His fangs start to extend.

I can hear voices coming from the hallway, trying to break down the apartment door. Help is o n the
way. I need to stall. I need to talk sense into Saint.

“WHERE IS MY MATE?” He growls through Bronx’s body.

“Sai-nt. It’s me,” I choke out the words, tring to reason with him. He looks like he is out for blood. It’s
like he’s never seen me before. I choke and gag, helplessly hitting his forearms as h e continues to cut
off my air supply. I have practiced this with James and Marco, but I feel so weak and dizzy. Like all my
energy has been drained. My heart is slowing. Each beat thumps

harder and painfully more desperate in my chest. I try to claw him, but Lex refuses to hurt her mate, so
she won’t extend her claws. She just howls in pain in my mind.

“WHERE IS SHE?” he snarls again. He pulls me away from the wall and slams me against it again,
pushing all the air out of my lungs. I can’t answer, all I can do is hang like a ragdoll by m y neck. My



eyes are bulging out of my head and tears are streaming down my cheeks. My mate i s going to kill me.
Sensing there is no other choice, I feel Lex finally concede. I make a last ditch effort and let all the
energy I have left heat up my hands and place them on top of his. I can feel his hands blistering under
the blazing heat of mine. It doesn’t seem to faze the near feral wolf.

The edges of my vision begin to blur and spots start to form. Darker and darker. The only thing I can
make out is the onyx abyss of Saint’s eye. The wolf possessing my mate’s body. He i s supposed to lo-


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