Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel Chapter 152

Chapter 20

Once we are laying down and have had an opportunity to calm down, Marco pulls me close so we can let our bodies become tangled together.

"Okay, Marco. No more stalling. What happened today? What was the emergency on the fifth floor? Why did we get sent home?" I ask, brushing my fingers across his cheek and jaw.

He sighs and looks past me. He closes his eyes for a long second before he looks back at me. His eyes are slightly glossy, as if there are tears behind his eyes.

“Kas attacked James. She didn't just attack him, she tried to kill him. She ripped his throat open with her bare hands. He almost died today,” he says before rolling onto his back, looking at the ceiling. He rubs his hand over his eyes and forehead.

I sit up in disbelief, “Oh my Goddess. Are you serious? Why? Why would she do that? And of all wolves...how did she possibly get the best of James?”

“I'm completely serious. As for the rest of the questions, I've got no idea. I don't know what possessed her,” he shakes his head at the ceiling, "I heard the commotion and went inside thinking James must've caught someone trying to get in through a window or something. I don't know. But when I opened the door, she was in full attack mode and he was bleeding out.”

“Marco, I-I don't know what to say. I-,” I can't finish because I really don't know what to say.

“I don't need you to say anythin', Musu. Just being here listening is enough,” he looks at me with a weak smile. He pauses, then looks back up to the ceiling. He covers his eyes with the heels of his hands and speaks again. His voice shakes now, “For half a second, I considered shooting her, Musu. I almost shot my Luna. Clash stopped me. He wouldn't let us hurt her.”

He takes his hands away from his eyes and blinks hard, trying to fight back the tears, "She was doing exactly what we taught her to do if she needed to protect herself from an attacker. Not use it against one of us. James and I turned her into that wolf."

"Marco, you can't think this was you or James's fault. You will get to talk to her soon enough and clear this whole thing up," I reassure him.

"As soon as I told her who she was attacking, she stopped, and tried to heal him. Like she actually didn't know. The look on her face. She was so surprised.”

Marco takes his job as the Luna's guard very seriously. So for him to say there was even an inkling of a thought of hurting her, I know it was serious. Marco, James, and the Luna all have a very close relationship. I can't even fathom any of them wanting to hurt the other.

"She healed him after she almost killed him?" I ask, with confusion.

“Well, she tried to heal him, but then she started having a vision, so she wasn't able to finish. We had to take him to the hospital wing. He's gonna make it. He's strong, but still. If she wasn't a healer, he wouldn't have made it."

“Wait a minute. How in the Goddess's name, were you just able to do that to me, out there," I point to the hallway, “If you just experienced your partner almost getting killed a few hours ago?"

“It's gonna sound cold, but I just needed to not think about it for a little longer," he sighs with a shrug.

I don't even know how to feel about that. The mind of a true warrior, I guess. Able to set aside trauma as needed to live his life in the pack. If he was still on Milo's covert ops team, I would never know what he did at work, so I guess it would be the same mentality, but I would know less about his side of the story.

I hear a text chime in the special tone I have for Lenora on my phone. Marco is still looking at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. I take the phone from the nightstand and she's asking for a translation. Greek. Simple enough.

'You are strong. Trust your instincts.' I quickly text back and put the phone down. No idea what it means out of context, but I can find out later. I have more important things going on.

Mercy chimes in, "Tell him now. Take his mind off of things.”

“Mercy now is most definitely not the time,” I scold her.

“Now is the perfect time. Do it! Don't make me take over,” she warns.

I roll my eyes internally at her.

"Marco, umm, maybe now is not a good time, but I think it is probably as good a time as any," I say, uncharacteristically unsure of myself.

“What's wrong, Corazón?” he leans up on his elbow, looking at me with concern.

"Well, remember a couple weeks ago, when I had a bad day at work and you got the bath ready for me?"

"Yeah, I remember you fell asleep in the tub."