Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel Chapter 149

Chapter 17

Bronx's POV

As I rush out of the office, I get a text. I look down to see who could possibly interrupt me right now.

Lenora: Code Violet

Shit.

Code Violet means Kas is in a catatonic state. She's having a vision about some sort of traumatic event in her life. I have given orders that no one is to touch her when she has a vision because she could accidentally use her powers on them.

Carly informs the driver that I am headed to the garage and in a hurry. He is ready and waiting for me by the time the elevator opens. I jump in the back of the SUV and call Lenora as he drives.

"Lenora, what's happening?”

“From what we can tell, Kas attacked James on purpose, but she didn't know who she was attacking. Marco says as soon as he entered the apartment and saw Kas with her claws in him, he told her it was James and not an intruder. She stopped immediately and tried to heal him," she explains.

“What do you mean ‘tried to heal him? Don't tell me he died," I feel a pit in my stomach at the thought.

"Well, she started to, and at some point, she fell into a vision. We aren't exactly sure when."

“She started having a vision while she was healing James?"

“Yeah. She was able to heal all of James's physical injuries, but he lost a lot of blood. She went all mannequin before she could finish that part," she pauses before she continues, "His wolf is trying to heal him, but James lost a lot of blood. He is pretty weak. He's in the hospital wing now getting a transfusion. Delilah is down there with him.” 1

"How did you separate James from Kas without touching her?” I wonder out loud.

"We pulled James by his feet until he was out from under Kas. She's still on the floor of your apartment."

"Oh my Goddess. Where are you?”

“Sitting at your breakfast bar watching her." "Anyone else with you?”

“Just Tyree right outside the door. Marco was completely freaked out, Bronx. I sent him and Musu home. You're going to need to speak with him. Make sure he's okay."

"Alright. You okay?" I ask.

“Yeah. I-It's a lot of blood Bronx. Like, a lot. I don't know how he didn't die,” I hear her swallow hard.

"Okay. Hang in there, Leni. I'm on my way. Thank you for being there for her.”

"No thanks needed, Bronx. She's my Luna. She's my like little sister. I will see you when you get here." There is a touch of sadness in her voice. She doesn't wait for me to say goodbye, she just hangs up. 1

"Go faster," I order the driver.

"Sorry, Alpha, not until we are on pack territory. We have two cars full of paparazzi tailing us. Going too fast will attract attention or get us pulled over. The gatehouse guards will be able to stop the paps from following us. Then I can race up to the packhouse,” the driver apologizes without looking away from the road. I look at my watch. We should be on pack territory in less than ten minutes. Then another five or so to get to the pack house. I rub my hands over my face with a frustrated growl. If we weren't being followed, I would jump out, shift, and get home in five minutes.

After what seems like an eternity, we finally pull up to the packhouse. I jump out before we even come to a full stop and sprint upstairs to the apartment.

Tyree moves out of the way when he sees me racing down the hallway. I throw open the door and get slammed with the powerful scent of blood.

Lenora climbs off of the stool she is perched on. She looks like she might have been crying, but Lenora never cries. It must be worse than I thought. She observes me as I approach my mate.

Any feelings of anger or frustration melt away as I absorb what I'm seeing. My heart suddenly feels like it's in a vice and I'm frozen on the spot. It is a gruesome sight.

Kas is on her hands and knees, in the middle of the biggest puddle of blood I have ever seen. It has absorbed up onto the pant legs and edges of the oversized t-shirt she's wearing. I look closer and realize it's my shirt. Not just my shirt, my favorite shirt. It's the one she wore when she first came here because we didn't have any clothes small enough for her. The one she puts on when she is tired and doesn't want to pick something from her drawers. She calls it our' shirt.

There is blood coating the hair on the back of her head and all the way down her back. Lenora didn't mention Kas being injured. It must be James's. She's staring blankly at the ground, lips parted slightly. A clearly defined purple aura surrounding her. I step closer, trying to avoid the blood as long as possible. When I reach the edge of the stain, I pause.