Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel 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.

 

Okay, first thing's first, | need to orient myself and assess my situation.

 

I'm in the center of the dungeon cell, hanging by silver shackles. My shoes are missing and my toes are barely 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 situation.

 

“Saint, you there? You okay?”

 

“Concentrated wolfsbane?" 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 one good sign.

 

“Okay, 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 to shift.”

 

"Ten-four," he groans weakly. | know he will rebound quickly.

 

Graham Connors. How did he get on my jet? |t had to be that substitute pilot. Doesn't matter now. Focus, Bronx.

 

What does matter is, where the Hell am I? | don't see anything distinctive to help identify where | could be. Great. Nothing smells familiar. Great. | don't hear any noises outside, so I'm somewhere remote. Great. There's one small window with bars. No way | could fit through it regardless. Great. The only way out is through the cell door, which is locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not looking up for me. At least | didn't ingest any wolfsbane.

 

| look up to see my shackles 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 my feet down forcefully.

Burning pain 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 the ceiling but it's moving.

 

I'm about 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 and a whip in the other. The whip looks like a cat of nine tails with tiny rows of barbs at the ends. It is dripping wet with wolfsbane.

 

“Well well well, lookie what the rogue caught himself," he slurs heavily, “| got myself a big bad Alpha Regent.”

 

He slowly approaches me. | swear he took a bath in the whiskey.